Are there such things as Happy Endings?

Yay~!! *does happy dance* I FINALLY figured out a damn title~!! I’m going to change a few things in this sequel. I will be posting up all the review comments, any other info, and some other rambling’s from me on the top of each story, instead of the bottom ^^ Also, I included Yuki’s point of view as well. If you guys can’t tell the difference between whose point of views, please let me know! I felt like mixing a few things up xP Another thing I want to point out in this sequel, since this sequel also takes place in the future, I will posting up side notes on the invention. I found it a bother in the other fic to keep on describing new ‘inventions’. So instead I will be posting up numbers next to whatever it is, and explaining it. Hopefully you guys understand what the heck I’m talking about right now ^^” Anyway, Enjoy this fic ^^

[1] – I enjoy doing that too ^^ I like the feeling of the water burning my skin, yesh I know I’m weird, So what?!
[2] - Ok I never watched Terminator, so if it isn’t the right movie, please let me know.
[3] – You might be wondering why there is a magazine in the future, well… to be honest I couldn’t think of anything else to replace the magazine ^^”
[4] – Welcome home
[5] – Ok might be wondering why there is a staircase, well every building must have a staircase in case of fires, it’s a law there.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation, so don’t think about suing me xD

My eyes fluttered open when the morning sun brightened the pale room. I was sleeping on my side of the bed, and twisted my head to the left to see if my partner was there. I let out a sigh of defeat when my eyes were greeted with an empty pillow. I guess I slept alone again last night. Its funny how this bed use to be mine and Yuki’s but now it has become just mine for the past five months.

I sat up from the bed and let out a big yawn. I blinked a few extra times to making sure all sleep was out of my eyes. I stood up and walked to the conjoined bathroom to take a relaxing shower. As I was standing under the hot, steamy shower ---yes I enjoy taking hot showers, hot enough to burn my skin [1] --- my right hand laid on my stomach, gently rubbing in a circular motion. I couldn’t help but let out a small secretive smile spread across my face. I quickly finished my shower and step out into the cool bedroom, with nothing on, I might add. I rummaged through our closest, trying to decide what to wear today. People always commented on me dressing according to the way I feel; I have to admit, it’s true. So what do I feel today?

“I wonder….Well I’m not going out today…Hmm….I do feel lazy today, I guess I will just wear one of Yuki’s shirts.”

I looked around the closest for Yuki’s white shirt and finally spotted it on the bottom of his jean drawer. I tilted my head in confusion to why Yuki would put it here. He knows this is where we place his jeans, so why did he place it here? Did one of the cleaning robots place it here by accident? No…I made sure to program to place things in its appropriate places, and anyway, I don’t even let the robots touch our clothes. I am always the one that puts clothing away…. I don’t recall seeing this shirt at all when I was folding the laundry either…

I slowly pulled out the shirt from under the jeans, careful not to rip any of the seams. While I was pulling, something else slipped out as well. I gave the shirt a quick shake and rested it on the ground. That’s when my eyes caught the black item on the floor. I picked it up to examine it, and I swear my eyes went big as dinner plates. Why on earth was this piece of clothing doing in our house? It couldn’t be Yuki’s; he doesn’t wear these….. ‘things.’ It couldn’t be mine, because if it was I would know about it. If it wasn’t mine or Yuki’s then who’s could it be?

Curiosity got the best of me. I took a sniff at the disgusting piece of clothing, trying to recognize the scent of the owner. Yes I know, I’m like a dog. Suguru always made fun of me when I was little because I kept on sniffing the food every time our family sat down to eat. Well anyway, back to my mission. I couldn’t exactly identify whose scent it was. I could only smell cologne. This means the owner must drench themselves in cologne since all I could smell was cologne. This wasn’t Yuki’s cologne, or mine, but I swear I smelt this smell before somewhere. I couldn’t exactly put my finger on it. I think I will have a nice chat with Yuki tonight.

I placed the item back into the jeans drawer and got dressed. By this time my body was shivering from being exposed to the cold for so long. I wore Yuki’s long white shirts that literally went down to my knees and comfy baggy pants.

I walked to the kitchen, only stopping to see if Yuki was in the study. His door was wide open indicating he wasn’t in his study and probably went out. Once I entered the kitchen, the chief bot turned to me in a flat tone, asking, “What would you like to eat today sir?”

I cringed. I still hadn’t gotten use to having robot butlers, and I still wasn’t comfortable with them in the house. I always think they will one day turn on us like in that movie Terminator [2]

“I would like pancakes and a cup of orange juice” I replied. He gave me a weird beeping noise and turned around to start its order. I went to the kitchen table and sat down. There was a “stars weekly” magazine [3] that caught my eye. On the front page was none other then my Yuki! I grabbed the magazine and looked at the bolded title, saying “What’s this?! Famous Author, Yuki Uesugi cheating?!” The front cover had Yuki’s picture holding another person by the waist but I couldn’t see the other person’s face. Thanks to the wonderful letter ‘g’ from the title blocking its face. I closed my eyes and counted to ten. I opened my eyes again and though of a logical situation. Holding one by the waist doesn’t automatically mean that they are in love. This person probably was his editor and Yuki was being a gentleman and escorted her back to her car. It sounded reasonable...right? This could all be just a misunderstanding. Yup all a misunderstanding.

I put the magazine away when the chief bot came with my meal. I slowly chowed down on the pancakes, and when I was finished I got up to the living room. I started reading one of Yuki’s new books and somehow I slowly drifted off to sleep. I haven’t been sleeping a lot lately; I think it’s from waiting up for Yuki. I was awaken when I heard the front door opening. I got up on my feet and went to greet Yuki.

“Okarei [4]” I said, and leaned forward to give him a kiss on the cheek. Before my lips came in contact with his cheek, I was already pushed away by him. I looked at him hurt but I bet he didn’t see the hurt in my eyes. He never looks at me long enough to notice the pain, the sadness, the angry, and the betrayal in my eyes…

“Not right now Shuichi. I’m tired and I have another deadline coming up. I want to go to sleep, and with you being in the house I will never be able to go to sleep. How about you go outside for a while? Do a little shopping.”

I didn’t even have time to reply since he had already walked off and slammed the door. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes but I quickly brushed them away. I went back to the living room, picked up the book, slipped on my shoes and before I went out the door, I said, “Have a nice sleep, love.” I doubted he heard me but still….

I got out of our apartment and walked around the block. I had no clue where I was going but Yuki told me to go out so I did. My feet somehow had taken me to the local park. I sat on a bench I found, and began to read. Reading was the only way I could past time since I never did like shopping. Half of the time, I was dazing off. I would always daydream about the old Yuki. Where he was gentle, caring, and loving. Of course I still love this Yuki, but….

Sunset was near and I began to walk home. I stepped out of the elevator and saw someone step into our apartment. You can say I got quite shock. I slowly made my way to my apartment door when I suddenly heard a moan through the door. I felt my heart break a little. The moaning increased, leaving me here listening to the noise. I could only identify one of the moaners. One of the moans belonged to Yuki. It took me a full two minutes for the fact to sink into my brain.

I gasped, my hand flew to cover my mouth, and I bolted towards the stairs [5]. I opened the door leading to the staircase and sat at the beginning of the stairs. I was crying my heart out. I couldn’t believe Yuki would do this to me. My Yuki, the one that married me, the one that said “I love you” to me, the one I lost my virginity to….

Tears poured out of my eyes, rolling down my cheek, and finally dropping on the cement floor. What should I do now? Should I leave him? I hugged my knees tighter, begging God to tell me the answer. Maybe I should leave him…. But I can’t; I want him in my life…. Yes I know I’m selfish…. I should let him go to the one he loves most…. But why can’t I?! I continued to cry out loud, but not loud enough for neighbors to hear me through the door.

I finally stood up, thinking it was about time for the mysterious person to leave. I opened the door slowly and peeked outside. I saw our apartment door close and waited to hear the ‘Ding’ noise from the elevator getting ready to leave. After making sure the coast was clear, I wiped up my tears and began to punch in the access code. I waited for the door to open, hoping that I wouldn’t see a naked Yuki. The door opened and I saw a clothed Yuki {Thank God!} brushing off dust from his pants. He looked up at me.

“What are you doing Yuki?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm as possible.

“No…Nothing…” he stuttered.

“Oh. Well I’m back from my walk. Do you want….” I stopped talking when I saw four new hickeys on his neck. I nearly burst into tears right then and there, but I kept them back, trying to calm myself down with the counting method.

“What?”

I took a deep breath and asked, “Why are there red marks on your neck?” I looked at him in the eyes, my eyes pleading for him not to tell me lies. I think the look scared him because he looked away. “…Bug bites…and I scratched them…”

“Oh.” I closed the door and headed towards the bathroom, next to his study. I came back out with something in my hand.

“Here, put this cream on. It might sting a bit, but it will stop the bites from itching.” I handed him the purpled-colored tube. He took it from my hands and muttered a thank you.

“Oh I still want to ask you something.” He arched his eyebrow and looked at me funny. I grabbed his hand and led him into our--my bedroom. I told him to sit on the bed and he obeyed which surprised me a bit. I grabbed the item out of his jean drawer and brought it to him.

“What’s this? I found it when I was looking for your shirt.”

He took the item from my hand and looked at it. He looked back at me with a weird face expression.

“Shuichi…I didn’t know you like to wear….” He placed the item a good distance away from his face, “….man thongs.”

I swear I went red like a tomato. I couldn’t believe he would accuse me of wear those things. “What?! I don’t wear these things and I found it in your jeans drawer. I smelt it and it isn’t yours or mine. So I want to know whose are those?” I pointed at the thong.

“What?! You went through my stuff?! Shuichi Uesugi who gave you permission to go through my stuff? Even worse, why on earth would you smell these?” he waved the object in front of my face. I couldn’t reply because, truth be told, I was scared. I didn’t think Yuki would react like this at all. He never used my full name; this was his first time throughout our whole relationship.

“I---I just wanted to look for your shirt to wear that’s all. I didn’t mean to disturb your privacy…but I don’t see why your upset because I went through your stuff….I mean were married….you never seemed to mind if I went though your stuff before.” I whispered quietly.

“Well before was before and now is now! I don’t want you ever looking though my stuff again, do you hear?”

“I’m sorry Yuki, but whose is it? I just want to know…”

“It doesn’t matter whose is it! I still can’t believe you went through my stuff! I’m going to sleep in the study tonight. Don’t think about trying to make me sleep with you tonight. I’m too disappointed in you.”

And with that he left the room still holding on to the man thong. I was crying on my knees when I heard his study door slam shut. Never had I expected him to react this way, never! I stood up and start taking out the extra blanket. He said he didn’t want to sleep with me tonight, and I knew there was no blanket or pillow or his sleeping clothes, for that matter, in the study. I could only guess he didn’t want to see me at the moment since he said he was disappointed in me. I stripped the blanket off our—my bed, and grabbed his pillow. The blanket in our bed was thicker and since winter was almost here, I didn’t want him to catch a cold. I picked out his sleeping pj’s and placed them on top of the pillow. I grabbed the big bundle together and slowly crept my way to the door of his study. I quietly placed it next to his door and retreated back into our bedroom. I laid the extra blanket on our---my bed and went into the bathroom.

I stripped off my clothes and got into a nice hot bubble bath. As I was dozing off in the bubble bath, my head resting against the edge of the tub. It dawned on me that the face which was on the cover of the magazine was the same as the person that entered our apartment, and the man thong could possibly belong to that person. I wasn’t sure if it was the same person but I can bet my life on it, that it was the same person. At least I found it was a man. I started sobbing immediately. How could I have been so stupid?

I stumbled out of the bathtub, tears still raining down my face, as I searched for something in the drawers and cabinets. My head was spinning and I couldn’t walk straight. I needed something, anything to ease the pain. I didn’t know what I was searching for but I knew once I saw it, whatever it was, I would know. I finally came across my lovers shaving razor. It was like calling out to me, so I took it in my hand, closed the cabinet, and sat back down on the side of the bathtub. I see people on the DV all the time about addictions---cutting addictions were apart of it. I know its bad, but a few little cuts won’t make me addicted right?

As I sat there, my thoughts constantly turned darker. I held the razor in hand, the blade facing my wrist. I closed my eyes and hoped to God….Buddha….anything that once I cut, all my pain will be bleed out. I slowly opened my eyes and stared down at my wrist. I sluggishly placed the blade onto my skin, and let it slide across. The first cut stung a bit, but it swiftly passed away as I saw droplets of blood fall onto the cold tiles. I continued to stare at the blood splattered floor and I swear a small smile formed on my face. The blade connected with my skin and sliced through, forming another cut. More blood poured from this new wound, I did this repeatedly till they covered my wrist.

I decided to stop before I passed out from blood lose. I quickly grabbed a towel from a drawer and placed it on top of my wounds. I applied pressure, making sure some of the cuts stopped bleeding. I was lucky I found some old bandages in the cabinet. How we had bandages in the cabinet was beyond me. I wrapped up my cut up wrist and began to clean the bathroom. I took the blood covered towel and started wiping up the tainted tiles. Once the bathroom looked clean, I threw the towel into the washing bin. Tomorrow I would do the washing so Yuki wouldn’t find out about this. I slipped into my pj’s and climbed into the huge bed, I always wonder why did we buy such a huge bed… I was even big for me and Yuki but at least I didn’t notice it…. since it’s just me now, I do now….

I closed my eyes again letting my thoughts drift. Somehow it drifted back to the realization of Yuki cheating on me. I think I began to cry or maybe I was already crying when I climbed into the bed… I didn’t know, it doest matter anyway… I clutched my wrist---hard causing the gashes to open again but I didn’t care. Seeing blood seep into the white bandage made some pain go away. I was tempted to go back into the washroom and add more cuts to my collection. But I didn’t, instead my uninjured hand rubbed my stomach lightly. I can’t be selfish, I am not the only one that’s going to be hurt if I went and cut myself. I let out a sigh and buried myself under the thin blankets.

I pounded into the mattress constantly trying to take out all my frustration, anger, confusion and sadness. I sobbed even louder and occasionally yelling out random phrases.

“Why Yuki??”

“Don’t you love me anymore?”

“I really do….love you”

“Come back to me…”

“Love me Yuki…please”

“I love…..you and…..only you Yuki” I hiccupped this last phrase.

Thank god for soundproof rooms! Oh wait…was our room soundproof? I think so…well I hope so… I don’t want Yuki hearing me yelling all these sorrow pleas coming from my mouth. I stopped the yelling and my cries started to be quieter and quieter. My body became heavy even my eyelids and I began to drift off into a sleeping slumber. Before the sandman sprinkled sand in my eye, I whispered, “Good night Yuki. Sweet dreams.”

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I stared at the laptop screen a few minutes before deciding to I couldn’t write anything. I turned it off and laid my head back onto the chair. I looked around my study room, starting from the door and ending at my office desk. The first thing that caught my eye on the desk was the black man thong. I knew it wasn’t Shuichi’s nor was it mine. It could only be one person. Yup, it was his. I didn’t have to bring the material close to my nose to smell the distant cologne he always wears. I honestly did mean to snap at my lover --- I still consider him my lover, even though we haven’t spent time together at all. It just some how snapped. It just sort of happened, I guess…

I stood up from the chair, walking towards the door to get my pillow and blankets from the other room. I bet Shuichi is crying right now; I don’t even think I can face him right now. Damn it! Why am I so stupid?! Why does he always cry? It pains me to see him cry, but I know I’m somehow the cause of those tears. I let out a sigh, probably for the hundredth time today. I swung open the door and peered outside. My eyes fell upon the neatly folded blanket, pillow and sleeping wear, resting on the floor right next to the door. I let out a small smile, looking down at the pile. I picked it up and whispered, “Thank you Shu-chan,” and quickly slipped back into the study. I placed the pile next to the futon on the opposite side of the desk. I let out another sigh and stripped off my day clothes and into my night clothes. I put my pillow in place, spread the blanket on top of the futon and slide between the covers.

I stared up at the ceiling for quite some time now, but my mind was else where. I replayed everything that happened today in my head. I couldn’t believe I let that… bastard…. come into my apartment, without warning I might add, and then fuck him crazy. I haven’t even touched my precious lover for months now, this all happened five months ago. I started to become cold to my lover little by little and finally, I just started to ignore him. What’s even more worse, I was almost caught by Shuichi. He saw those hickys the bastard left on me; luckily, I was able to fool him with the bug bites excuse. It pained me to watch my own innocent lover go into the bathroom and retrieve a crème for me. I missed him dearly, even though he is in this very apartment right now, I can’t hold him…. not with these dirty hands…

I tossed and turned around the futon, trying desperately to find a comfortable position. Finally I just gave up and just laid on my back. Again, staring at the ceiling. I heard my lover yell --- more like scream --- something. I bolted start up from the futon, staring in the direction of our bedroom. I was about to get up when I heard, “Don’t you love me anymore?” I paused. Of course, I love him. Why on earth would he think I don’t? If I didn’t love him, why would I have married him?!

Another question shot up in the air; well it was more of a statement. “I really do….love you…” I felt another piece of my heart shatter. I know you love me, I love you too. I’m sorry Shu-chan, I never meant for this to happen. Hopefully you will forgive me one day. More phrases broke the silence until finally it stayed quiet. I think he tired himself out. I knew he was crying, no… more like sobbing his little heart out. I wanted so badly to run into that room and just hold him, stroking his back, and telling him everything will be alright. But I can’t. I turned around, and laid back down on my stomach this time, placing my face straight into the pillow. I inhaled and I swear, I smelt Shuichi. It was a unique smell, a mixture of strawberry and baby powder. I turned my face and lifted the blanket over my shoulders. The blankets smelt like Shuichi too. I wrapped the blanket around me more tightly, inhaling more of that sweet intoxicating smell. Just from smelling him made me drift off to a comfortable sleep. Tomorrow… I will spend a day with him.

I awoke before the sun rays hit my blinds. I got up slowly, letting out a yawn and sat up to give a big stretch. I quietly exited the study room, and entered our bedroom. I was welcomed by a sleeping Shuichi. Sleeping on his side, clutching onto the blankets, mouth slightly opened and one arm hanging out from under the blankets. Such a site made my skip a beat. I slowly moved forward and stood in front of the sleeping Shuichi. I tucked a few strands of hair behind his ear and then went to place his arm back into the blanket. As soon as I touched his arm, I recoiled. He was freezing. I went to feel the blanket and noticed it was one of our summer blankets. Then it hit me. We only had two blankets in this entire apartment. Shuichi must have given me the thicker one and took the thinner one for himself. I frowned down upon him. What a silly baka, but I still love him no matter what.

I quickly walked back into my study room, grabbed the blanket and headed straight back into the bedroom. I laid the extra blanket on top of the thinner blanket and snuggled in close to him. I hugged him from behind, my arms wrapping around his waist, and my face nuzzling the side of his neck. He was freezing cold; he is going to catch a cold if he keeps this up. Hopefully my body heat will warm him up. I slowly floated back into the slumber land. I have to admit, this was one of the best sleep I have ever had in my life.