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Undying

Chapter One

Disclaimer:
Gravitation and all its characters belong to Maki Murakami.

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Seguchi
Tohma looked up from his desk. His office was clear-cut, modern - and at this
time of the year - washed in warm summer evening sunshine. It created a
dramatic collision of oranges and reds on the blank far wall, and cast his
shadow in bizarre and exaggerated proportions onto it.

The
ambience was comforting and homely, but that was all an illusion, a cruel trick
played through the hands of Mother Nature and forced onto his chest. There was
very little cheer in the large room. Tohma had felt this way for a while now,
but never to this painful degree. He was, quite simply, at his lowest.

Mika
had been in England for four weeks. It felt much longer.

It
wasn't that he missed her that much - he hadn't had the time too. For the
majority of their marriage they had been apart, coming home in the evenings and
passing like two ships in the night. That had always been how their
relationship worked. Neither were the comely homemakers others seemed to settle
for. They were too busy for it. Their feelings were just as strong, but early
on the execution had been cultured to fit with their lifestyle. It was just
that� that whilst Mika was around him, Tohma could forget other, more� more�
inappropriate thoughts.

Gently
removing his hat, Tohma apathetically threw it onto his desk. He forgot about
the stack of paperwork he'd steadily trawled his way through for the last five
hours, and rested his elbows on the smooth surface, clawing his fingers through
his hair. It was the only way he could scramble his mind back into order. It
wasn't even like he could take himself away from the situation this time. His
anxiety and stress levels recently had caused alarm in his team of doctors, and
was enough to make them prohibit him from flying - at least until his blood
pressure had dropped, and that wasn't likely while he was in this state.

He
was trapped. He couldn't join Mika in London. He couldn't go to the recording
studios and most importantly, he couldn't visit Eiri. At home there was� well
there was nothing. At work he at least he had something to do, something to
take his mind off it all.

He
could feel the emotion rising to his eyes, as he tried to gulp down some of his
usual hard-worn composure. He couldn't do it!

Righting
his water tumbler, Tohma watched through dazed eyes, mesmerized as he poured
the clear liquor, fluidly into the empty glass. When it was full, he closed the
bottle and picked up the glass, looking into the bottom as he swirled it like a
connoisseur. He knew it wasn't the answer to his problems, but in times of
desperation it would numb the pain, albeit briefly.

He'd
just brought the glass to his lips when there was a faint knock at the door. He
sighed, rubbing life back into his features, and reluctantly lowered the glass.
It wouldn't do for the president of NG records to be seen drinking on the job,
and at that minute he felt ashamed at his own weakness.

"Oh
Eiri-san!" he whispered.

The
knock came again, this time more persistent. Secretly he hoped that whoever it
was would go away, and he waited several minutes in the hope that he'd be left
to drown his misery in peace. It didn't work. The knocking just got louder.

All
opposition to the situation collapsed.

"Come
in."

Nothing.

"Come
in," he repeated a little louder - knowing his voice had been thin and
strained.

This
time the doors creaked open a fraction, and he waited to be bombarded with the
usual business nothings. However, the usual office bullshit didn't surface, and
he raised his head slightly wondering what was going on. He couldn't hold down
the smile at what he saw. A pink rabbit had popped its head cautiously through
the opening.

"Ryuichi-san!"
he exclaimed, relief very evident in his voice.

How
did he always know? It was like a scarily inane version of ESP. Whenever he
needed his spirits lifting his old friend would be there. It didn't matter what
he did whilst he was there, he was just there, and that was all that mattered.

The
puppet moved its head in protest.

"I'm
sorry. I mean�. Kumagaro-san! Is that better?"

A
nod.

"Tohma-san's
not happy," Ryuichi squeaked. "But that's okay. Kumagaro and Ryuichi
know something that will make him better. Follow us."

Tohma
chuckled, at his old friend. "That's very nice of you, but I still have a
lot of work to do."

"Works
boring. Too much work and no play makes Tohma old. We'll have fun! Come
on."

"I
really�."

"Come
on!"

Tohma
sighed. He knew Ryuichi wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer and the lure of
paperwork and disjointedly dangerous thoughts, just wasn't strong enough for
any more protests. Closing his eyes once in defeat he picked up his hat, and
stood.

"Okay
Kumagaro. Lead the way."

~*~*~*~*~

"Yuki!"

The
shout echoed in the large, spacious apartment, bouncing off the walls to fill
every corner.

"Yuki!
I'm home!"

There
was no reply, but it didn't matter. Yuki never replied. He was probably holed
up with his laptop in the study and ignoring him on purpose. Still Shuichi
committed himself to creating the mood, and chatted away to himself
none-the-less.

"Man!
You wouldn't believe the tough day I've had. K has been bugging me all the time
to set donew new lyrics for the album and I've already told him about fifty times
that a true professional has to take time over these things. Genius isn't
something that can be rushed, but no! He wants them done by the end of the
week. Can you believe that? What does he think I am, a robot? Then of course he
got mad and started shooting. I tell you, he's got a screw lose. People call me
unbalanced, but I think they should look to K first!"

Still
no answer. Shuichi wasn't disheartened. The apartment seemed to force silence
and respect, and he knew if he didn't talk, then no one would.

"Hiro
said he hopes you die and go to hell for making me late this morning. He said
he wouldn't have minded if I hadn't told him all about it in great detail. I
think you'll be angry with me - the amount I tell him and the really awkward
secrets too, but he is my best friend. Saying that though I think it was a bit
harsh of him to palm strike me in the face when I told him about the thing with
the feathers. Don't you think that was mean?"

There
was a growl. It emanated from the study door, and Shiuchi's eyes lit up as he
saw his lover, leaning on the frame with one hand partially blocking his face.
How could one man find so many different pose's that looked so damn dangerous
and sexy at the same time?

"I
think he should have hit you harder. Then maybe you wouldn't be here annoying
me."

Shuichi
smiled, "Ah, so you are here! I thought you'd been sat in front of that
computer for so long your mind had eventually exploded."

"Don't
be an idiot." Yuki snapped, extracting a cigarette from his back pocket
and lighting it. "You're late."

"Mr
K-san wouldn't let me go, he forced me to sit down and write. He held me at
gunpoint and said he'd shoot if I hadn't written a verse before the sun set.
There are laws against that aren't there? So did you miss me? Is that why
you're all sour faced?"

"Not
likely!"

"Well
then. What are we having for dinner tonight? I'm starving."

Yuki
frowned, "What am I, your mother now?" He pushed angrily passed
Shuichi and to the coat rack.

Shuichi
tried to hide his disappointment. "Y� you're going out?"

There
was no reply, but Yuki looked over his shoulder as if to say, "What the
fuck does it look like?"

Shuichi
looked to the floor, hoping his face didn't betray his heart, as Yuki pulled on
a thin denim summer jacket. Why did he always do this? They'd spent all last
night together, done so much, shared so much of each other, and now� now it was
back to this! Didn't Yuki know how painful it was to him? D't h't he realize how
much he lived on his emotions - how the merest acknowledgement from Yuki's lips
could make his whole world spring alive?

"�
a�
are you just going to stand there like an idiot or are you coming?"

Shuichi
almost cried. The bastard had been playing with him! How dare he, and yet at
the same time he was forgiven instantly - he was Yuki after all. His face
morphed from anguish to bliss, and his heart did cartwheels. "You mean it?
We're going to go out� together?"

Rolling
his eyes Yuki picked up Shuichi's hastily removed coat from the floor and threw
it at his head. "Stop asking stupid questions and hurry up. Thanks to your
manager we're already late."

"Yuki!"
he cried out with uncontrolled emotion, spinning around to kiss his lover on
the cheek. "You do love me don't you?"

"No,
I take pity on you."

"Pity,
love, who cares! I still get Yuki all to myself!"

Yuki's
only response was a curt growl, but in his mind Shuichi was satisfied. He was
the only one Yuki ever growled at in that way, and it set his emotions on fire.
"Come on! Whre yre you standing around for? I thought you said we're going
to be late! Come on, come, on, come on! Hurry!"

It
was still like a special treat for Shuichi to be driven around the city by
Yuki, and even though the journey through the bustling city centre was executed
in silence, Shuichi was happy. Cheerfully sprawling back into the luxurious
leather seat he contended himself with watching the dazzling lights roll past
him, and alternately allowing admiring glances at the handsome man next to him
- all the time wondering which god had thought him so privileged as to be
handed such a prize. He was so handsome, from the clean, sharp angles of his
face, to the piercing and haunting passion in his eyes. Gods!

"We're
here." Yuki said, distracting his passenger from his daydream.

"We
are?" he replied looking uncertainly out of the window.

"You
sound all disappointed."

Shuichi
couldn't lie. He was a little. He'd expected to be taken out on a date with
Yuki on his arm, and now he was� "Are we going to see your sister?"

"No.
Mika's in London - or so she said. Who knows when she's concerned anyway?"

"Then
why are we at her favourite bar?"

"Tohma,"
Yuki replied, stepping out onto the pavement and taking a long drag on a
freshly lit cigarette. "Ryuichi said I should be here. He said he's
worried about Tohma, and that seeing me might do him some good. So I'm
here."

"You
and Seguchi-san are pretty close aren't you?"

Something
indomitable took over Yuki's features as Shuichi joined him outside the bar.
The lines of his face, hardened while at the same time his eyes softened. That
expression! It was as rare as gold dust to see, and just as precious to breath
in.

"Necessity
has made us close," Yuki stated, lost to an emotion that was hard for
Shuichi to place. "He's been there for me during some pretty rough times.
I guess I owe it to him to be here now."

Yuki's
voice had drifted into something so soft that it touched a chord deep within
his chest. It was like a gateway had opened up in his heart and sneakily let
its essence overcome him.
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