Gravitation

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

Angel Eyes Kiyone: Hey guys. I'm sorry if the font seems too big in this chapter. My laptop is acting kind of weird and I have no idea how to fix it. I know it took a long time to update, but here you go; another chapter. I hope you like it!

Thursday afternoon, Tohma sat in his office. He had just learned from watching the news that Shuichi Shindou was still in his coma. He should have been ecstatic. Shuichi no longer had anything to do with Eiri. But now he wasn't so sure. What if he survived? What if he woke up and decided to go back to Eiri?

Tohma couldn't stand the idea of that happening. He needed to do something. Tohma took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"This is Seguchi." He said to the person on the other line. "I need you to do me a favor."

~An hour later~

"Hey, K," Hiroshi said to the man on the other end, "can you come with me to the hospital to see Shuichi? –Yeah- no, it's just that I think the paparazzi might be trying to sneak in. I want to make sure nothing happened to him. –Yeah- yeah- I'll call Fujisaki- yeah, thanks- bye."

Hiroshi hung up his cell phone, grabbed his keys and helmet and left his apartment. For the past few days, he's been getting this weird feeling that something bad was going to happen. Shuichi would always come to his mind when that happened. Hiroshi knew that tomorrow would be the day that he would lose Shuichi forever. But he wanted him to go peacefully. That's why he needed to make sure that nothing interfered with that; not even the media.

The ride to the hospital took less than twenty minutes. Hiroshi had stopped at Fujisaki's place to pick him up, then he hauled ass to the hospital. K. was already there waiting for them. The three of them went in together. Hiroshi told the front desk that they had permission from Shuichi's family to go and see him. The woman at the front desk let them through. Plus, K. shot her a death glare that said "watch it" after she gave him a dirty look.

The three of them walked down the hall to room 204, unaware of the patient next door in room 203. Hiroshi opened the door and walked in; K. and Fujisaki followed behind him. No one else was there. Shuichi laid there in the hospital bed in his comatose state. Hiroshi approached his bed and sat down in a chair beside him.

"Hey, Shu," he greeted his best friend, "I'm back. K. and Fujisaki are here too."

"Hey, buddy." K said sitting in a chair opposite of Hiroshi.

"Hi Mr. Shindou," Fujisaki said with a smile.

Hiroshi noticed that Shuichi's hair seemed shorter than last time. His mother must have given him a little trim when she came to see him. Mama's boy, he thought to himself. They stayed for an hour and just talked and laughed together. When K. knew that there was no one else in the building that looked suspicious, they left.

~ In the Horizon~

"Hey Shu, I'm back." The red head's voice came from the sea shell.

Shuichi smiled warmly. He had become more calm and aware of what was going on in the human world.

"K. and Fujisaki are here too."

A tear slipped from his eye. He knew that no matter what, he was loved and cherished. But he also knew he had to stay focused on his goal; helping the blonde to overcome his fear.

"I love you all." He said softly to himself.

~Outside the hospital~

K. and the others were walking back to his car when suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. Hiroshi ended up bumping into his back.

"Uh Mr. K," he said curiously, "Is something the matter?"

"That car," K said with a glare.

Hiroshi and Fujisaki looked in the direction that K. was looking. There was a black car with heavily tinted windows.

"What about it?" Fujisaki asked.

K. said nothing. Slowly, he walked over to the car and checked the license plate just to be sure. The gaijin's eyes went wide with terror.

"Shit!" He yelled before turning on his heels and running back towards the hospital.

"Mr. K.!" Both Hiroshi and Fujisaki called after him. They both ran after him.

The car had obviously belonged go someone that K. knew. But by the way he ran off in terror told Hiroshi and Fujisaki that it wasn't someone good. The license plate read A55A551N.

~Inside the hospital~

"Excuse me, young lady?" Came an elderly man's voice at the reception counter.

"Yes, may I help you, sir?" The woman behind the counter asked.

"I'm looking for Shuichi Shindou." The man told her. "Do you know what room he's in?"

"And what is your relationship with Shuichi Shindou?" The woman asked.

"I'm his grandfather." He told her. "His mother and father informed me that he was in an accident. I'd like to see him."

"And what is your name?" she asked.

"Junochi Shinagawa," he told her, "from his mother's side of the family."

"He's in room 204." She told him. "It's down the hall; second door on the right."

"Thank you very much, Miss." He bowed.

The man went through the double doors and turned to his right. He kept walking until he found the room he was looking for. He twisted the door knob and entered the room. There was an empty bed on one side, and the bed near the window which belonged to Shuichi.

He walked over to the empty bed and took the pillow that lay on it. Then he walked over to the foot of Shuichi's bed.

~Meanwhile~

The woman at the front desk jumped out of her seat in terror when K, Hiroshi, and Fujisaki burst through the door. K. ran up to the desk.

"Did an old man named Junochi Shinagawa come in here?" He asked.

"U-uh-y-yes," the woman stuttered.

"Call the police!" K. ordered before bolting through the double doors; his gun drawn.

In room 204, the old man stood over the comatose boy with the hospital pillow in his hand. His eyes showed absolutely no emotion what so ever.

"Nothing personal." He said to the comatose boy before placing the pillow over his face.

~In the Horizon~

Shuichi hunched over and began to cough uncontrollably.

"What is it, dear?!" the woman asked with concern. She could tell that something wasn't right.

"I…can't…breathe." Shuichi struggled to say.

The man and woman could see his aura glowing. The string that bound him to his body was becoming thin. If it became any thinner, it would break and he would die.

"Hold on, son!" The man told him.

~At the hospital~

"Stop," K. ordered as he burst through the door with his gun drawn. He aimed it at the man, pulled the trigger and sent a bullet right through the side of the old man's shoulder.

The old man fell to the ground beside the heart monitor. Hiroshi and Fujisaki came tumbling through the door. K. kept his gun pointed at the old man while Hiroshi checked to see if Shuichi's vital signs were in check.

"He's okay." Hiroshi sighed, stroking Shuichi's hair. "It's okay, buddy, we're here. You're going to be okay."

"Get up!" K. ordered the old man. "I should have known it was you, Junochi. Who hired you, huh?"

The old man laughed wickedly. K. glared menacingly at him and grabbed him by the collar. Fujisaki and Hiroshi stayed by Shuichi's bed side to protect him from the old man. Fujisaki flinched when K. punched the old man in the face.

"Who hired you?!" K. ordered viciously.

"The same man who hired you." The old man said calmly. "Tohma Seguchi."

Hiroshi's heart did a one-eighty. Fujisaki froze in terror. How? Why? Of all people, why would his cousin hire a hit man to kill Shuichi? Hiroshi was silent. Tatsuha was right all along. Tohma wanted Eiri for himself. But he had to make sure that Shuichi was out of the way.

Just then, the police barged through the door with guns drawn. K. dropped his gun and put both hands up. Fujisaki and Hiroshi did the same. But Tohma's hit man grabbed K.'s gun and aimed it at him.

"K," Both Fujisaki and Hiroshi screamed.

Two shots were fired in the room and Junochi fell to the ground; dead. Hiroshi held Fujisaki close to his chest as he hovered over Shuichi's body. There were people screaming down the hall. One of the cops pointed a gun at K. who still had his hands up in the air.

"You," the officer said, "who are you?"

"Claude Winchester, officer." K. told him. "I'm Bad Luck's music manager and body guard."

The cop looked at Hiroshi and Fujisaki, then at Shuichi. He turned around and ordered the other police officers to lower their weapons. Then, he turned back to K.

"Did you know that man?" The officer asked him.

"Yes," K. replied. "His name is Junochi Shinagawa. He's a hit man for hire."

"Do you know who he was working for?" The officer asked.

K. didn't say anything. He wasn't exactly sure if this was Tohma's idea. Plus, the man had hired him to be both Ryuichi and Bad Luck's music manager.

"It was Tohma Seguchi." Hiroshi spoke up.

Both K. and Fujisaki looked at him with wide eyes. Hiroshi had finally done it. He had ratted out Tohma Seguchi.

"Isn't he a suspect in the New York murder case?" Another officer asked.

"I believe so." The lead officer replied.

"New York murder case?" Fujisaki asked in surprise. "What New York murder case?"

"That's police business." The officer replied. "Let's get this guy out of here. I want a background check on this guy when we get to the station."

After Junochi's body was removed and things settled down, Fujisaki, Hiroshi, and K went to the waiting room to calm themselves. Hiroshi was still holding Fujisaki close to him while he cried silently in the older boy's chest. He was still trying to wrap his head around the whole situation.

"Are you guys okay?" K asked them.

"Yeah, I'm good." Hiroshi answered. "But I think he's still shaken up."

For a long time, the three of them were silent. But there was something that Hiroshi wanted to know that was picking at his brain.

"K," he said getting the gaijin's attention, "who was that guy anyways?"

That question also got Fujisaki's attention and he sat up and wiped his face. He had to know who that guy was and if he was affiliated with Tohma.

"Junochi Shinagawa." K. said bitterly. "He's a hit man for hire. And yes, he did work for Tohma."

"But, why," Fujisaki asked in bewilderment. "Why would my cousin want to kill Shuichi?"

"Well, apparently," Hiroshi said to the boy, "your cousin has a thing for Eiri Yuki."

"What?" Fujisaki exclaimed in shock.

"You didn't know?" Hiroshi asked. "It became pretty damned obvious to me when that old geezer mentioned Mr. Seguchi's name."

"What about your grudge against Mr. Yuki?" K. asked him.

"We settled our differences a long time ago." Hiroshi said plainly. "He even came back to see Shuichi once."

There was silence. K. and Fujisaki were at a loss for words. Eiri Yuki was a strange person indeed. But no one could tell what the guy's true intentions were.

"K." Hiroshi spoke up once more. "Was there anyone else who worked with that guy?"

"No." K. replied bluntly. "Shinagawa always worked alone. He's been in that line of work for more than thirty years."

"Well then, good ridden to him." Fujisaki replied.

"I'm with you on that." Hiroshi replied.

"Come on," K. told them, "let's go see Shuichi one last time, then head on out."

They both agreed. They all headed back to Shuichi's room which had been cleaned up after the whole ordeal. This time, Hiroshi didn't have that awful feeling in his gut anymore.

~Later on at the police station~

"So what did you find out about Junochi Shinagawa?" The lead officer asked.

"Junochi Shinagawa," one of the officers started, "late sixties, born November 23rd, given up for adoption at age seven; no children or grandchildren, and no spouse."

"So the guy was a loner." The lead police officer asked.

"Pretty much." The officer said simply.

"Man, what a life to live." Another officer commented.

"No kidding." The lead officer commented. "What else did you find out?"

"He's been involved in over five hundred murders." The first officer went on. "Most which have been long forgotten."

"Which is the most recent?" The lead officer asked.

"An entire family, about a year ago," the officer told him. "The Jinsu family; a mother, father, a daughter and two sons; ages fourteen, ten, and five."

"Oh, my God," the lead officer replied. "Who was before that?"

"The…oh…" the officer replied with wide eyes, "the Sakuma family, Sakura and Shinichi Sakuma."

The lead officer and another officer looked at him in surprise. Could they possibly be?

"Are they…related to Ryuichi Sakuma?" The lead officer asked.

"Uh…yeah," the officer told him, "they were his parents."

~Owari~

Angel Eyes Kiyone: Oh my God you guys! I'm so sorry for not updating for so long! I was so busy looking for another job and all. I was a little depressed because of it too. Finally found one, plus I'm back in school now. The whole pharmacy technician thing wasn't working for me. It wasn't what I wanted anyways. I was kind of forced into it. Now I get to do something I've wanted to do for the last three years. Massage Therapy! Whoot! I love school more than I love work! Hah! We get to learn new techniques and try them out on each other. It's so much fun. And all of my teachers are amazing too. They're so nice! But they have terrible hand writing though. LOL. Okay, I'm rambling again. Sorry. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Not sure when I'll be able to update next with work and school and all, but I'll do my best. I already wrote out a couple of chapters. It's just finding the time to type and post them that's the problem. But don't lose hope, my pretties! I WILL FINISH THIS STORY! Till then, be well and keep writing!