Gravitation

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation. Maki Murakami does.

Shuichi went back to the couple. They had called upon him this time. Time was running short. But they couldn't tell him that. They stayed calm at all times. He sat down in the sand in front of the line.

"We're glad you're here, sweetheart." The woman said softly.

"Am I learning something new about myself?" Shuichi asked.

"Yes." The woman replied. She turned her head towards the sea. "Look out at the sea. Tell us if you see anything."

Shuichi stood up and looked at the sea. Like magic, an image appeared before him. It was a person; a woman. She seemed familiar somehow, but Shuichi couldn't remember where he had seen her before.

"Um…who is she?" He asked turning to the couple.

"You tell us, son." The man said. "Just close your eyes and focus on your emotions."

The boy turned his attention back to the sea. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. The wind blew in his face gently. There was a voice coming from the sea. It must have been her voice. It was calling out to him. A smile spread across his face. It felt as if someone had wrapped a warm blanket around him. Without realizing it, he wrapped his arms around himself. There was nothing there. No one was holding him, but he still felt that warmth. He opened his eyes slowly. At that moment, he knew. He knew who she was.

"Well?" The man asked.

"She's my mother." Shuichi responded.

"Very good." The woman said. "Now I want you to figure out who this next person is."

"Okay." He said closing his eyes.

Shuichi took another deep breath and focused on his emotions. The wind blew. He could feel warmth. But that wasn't all he felt. There was also tension; scorn; disappointment; happiness, and relief. Shuichi opened his eyes and looked at the image in the water. It was a man with brown hair and purple eyes just like his.

"He must be my father." Shuichi said.

"Yes." the woman said. "Now let's move on to the next person."

Once more, Shuichi looked out at the sea. He saw an image of a young girl. She couldn't be any older than Sanyo and Jessica. Like the man he saw, she had brown hair, but her eyes were blue like the woman he saw. Shuichi closed his eyes and focused again. The wind blew. Happiness; A smile spread across his face. Annoyance; He scowled and rolled his eyes under closed lids. Sympathy; There was a blank expression with just a touch of pity. Adrenaline; He stood firm, fists clenched, eyes narrow. It was a protective stance; a fight or flight response. He opened his eyes.

"Who is she?" The man asked this time.

"She's my little sister." Shuichi said in a surprisingly serious tone.

"Yes." The woman said. "These three people make up your family."

"My family," Shuichi said in a low voice. There was a rather large smile on his face. "That's so nice."

"That's right." The woman laughed.

"But how could I have forgotten them?" He asked.

"Memories fade away easily in the Horizon, son." The man told him. "The less you remember, the better off you are; that is, if your time is up."

"For those who are not meant to cross over," the woman went on, "they must keep their memories; as many as possible."

"Why is that?" Shuichi asked.

"Memory loss," the man said, "most commonly known as amnesia."

"Oh."

"We still have two more left." The woman told him.

"Okay." Shuichi replied. He turned his attention back to the sea.

There was an image of a red haired male. Shuichi closed his eyes and concentrated. Oddly, he wasn't feeling anything. He tried to focus harder. Still…nothing.

"What's happening?" The man asked confused.

"I don't know." The woman replied. "Something is-"

"Aahh!" Shuichi screamed.

The wind blew fiercely. Shuichi trembled violently; his eyes shut tight. It felt like someone was drilling a hole in his head. Waves began to form in the sea; vicious waves. It was as if the sea was pulling him in. Shuichi slowly opened his eyes. The wind suddenly stopped.

"Well, that's never happened before." The man said a bit shaken up.

"What was that?" The woman asked.

"I don't know." He replied. "Are you alright, son?"

Shuichi said nothing. He just stood there, staring at the image in the water. The couple turned their attention to the sea.

"That's odd." The woman said quietly. "That's never happened before."

An image of a young boy appeared. The image was not pleasant. His hair was matted. His lip was bleeding and his clothes were torn. Shuichi kept his eyes on him. Without realizing what he was doing, he walked toward the sea. It was as if the boy was calling out to him; begging him for help. The boy had golden blonde hair and amber colored eyes. It looked as though he had been beaten to the point of death. There was a limp in his walk. He looked as though he would fall at any moment. Shuichi couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Tears spilled from his eyes. There was just so much pain and suffering in the boy's eyes. What took Shuichi by surprise was when the boy in the water reached out his hand as if to say "help me."

"What happened to you?" Shuichi asked the boy in the water. But no response came.

"He can't hear you, sweetheart." The woman said gently. "He's just an image."

But Shuichi couldn't hear her. His focus was on the poor soul trapped in the sea. The pink haired boy reached his hand out to him as if to offer him help. Words he wasn't aware of speaking spilled from his mouth.

"Come to me." He said. "I won't let them hurt you."

But who was them? Shuichi himself wasn't aware of what was going on or what he was saying. And before he could grab the boy's hand, a vision appeared in his mind.

He stood in front of the tall blonde male; a smile was spread across his face. But it slowly faded as he noticed the suitcases sitting at the man's feet. Now, he was confused. Were they going somewhere? He looked up at him; looked deep into his eyes for an answer. But the answer he received wasn't the one he wanted to hear. The boy started to fall apart. The blonde didn't stop there. He spat even more filth at the younger male. Evil, malicious words fell like venom from the man's lips. All the while he kept that cold, emotionless gaze. The boy was crushed; heartbroken. He had no choice but to put on a fake smile and leave the same way he came in.

Another image appeared in his mind; the red head. He was standing at his door shivering. The blue eyed boy brought him into his apartment, shoes and all. He sat him down and covered him up. He listened intently to his side of the story. The two went out side by side talking about everything and nothing; like old friends.

Shuichi's vision ended suddenly. The image in the water vanished. It was then that he understood.

"What is it, son?" The man asked.

"It was him." Shuichi replied. "The blonde I saw in the water. The red head is my best friend. But the blonde... he's the one who hurt me."

Owari~

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