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Give In
To Me

Sequel
to:� �Parental
Revenge�

Written
by: Chocho

Disclaimer: I do not
own Gravitation or the characters from it.� I do not make any money from the writing of
this story.

Summary:�� Bad Luck is heading back into the studio, but
Shuichi is not so sure he has it in him anymore.� Add to that a new neighbor and sudden bouts
of nausea and Shuichi is heading for a mental breakdown.

Chapter
Summary: While Shuichi takes some down time with Eiri and
Riku in NYC, someone is making waves back home.

Warning: M/M,
sexual situation, romance, OOC-ness, language, mpreg, Shuichi/Eiri

Inserts: scene
from �Parental Revenge�

A/N: This
takes place between �Parental Revenge� and This
I Promise You.� Enjoy!

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(Last
Time)

Eiri
stepped inside the examination room, giving the obvious bodyguard one final
look before turning towards his lover.� �Baka,� he smiled.� �I can't leave you alone for a minute can I?�

Tears
streaming down his face, he shook his head.�
Sniffling, he jumped off the table with a sob.� Ripping his arm out of the nurse's hands, he
rushed towards Eiri.

He had
been scared of what Eiri would do if his lover was to come to New York, but he was glad he was here.

�I'm so
glad you're here,� he cried, flinging himself at his lover, hugging him
tightly.

Eiri
hugged Shuichi tightly.� His eyes stung
with tears.� Burying his face in his
lover's stiff hair, he tightened his hold.�
He had been so scared that he would not be able to hold him again.

Halfway
back to Tokyo,
he wondered what he thought he was doing.�
He decided to go on tour with Bad Luck so that he could be with
Shuichi.� Both of them have been so busy
lately; they have not been able to spend a lot of time together.� If Mizuki really wanted this stupid book
tour, he figured it could wait until after the tour finished in a few
months.� Once on the ground, he
immediately booked a flight back to the States.�
The last thing he ever expected was to receive a phone call from Nakano
just after his plane landed telling him about the attack on Shuichi.� He had never been so scared in his entire
life.

�So am I,�
he whispered back.� He was never letting
Shuichi out of his sight again.

---

Chapter
1

(Present
� March - New York City, New York, USA)

Shuichi's
eyes widened.� �Please!� he sobbed in
fright.� He tugged on the man's viselike
grip on his shoulder.� �Do not do
this!� What have I done?� he pleaded with
the man in Japanese.

Sneering,
the man snarled something at the singer, before he brought the knife down in a
swinging arc.�

Shuichi
screamed and instinctively brought up his arms to protect himself.� He gave a strangled cry as he felt the cold
steel of the blade slice across his arm.�
It did not hurt.� That was a bad
sign.� It meant the cut was deep.� In reaction, he tugged and jerked harder
against the man's grip as he felt something trickle down his arms.� But it was useless.� The man was too strong!

Behind
him, he heard a stampede of feet and an orchestra of yells and shouts.� The door to his dressing room was flung
open.� There was a loud gasp.� �Shindou-san!� yelled several familiar
voices.

The man
wielding the knife stumbled.� Catching
himself, he froze when he glanced over Shuichi's head at the intruders.� But he would not be stopped.� He snarled and glared down at Shuichi.� He tightened his grip.�

Shuichi
glanced into the man�s eyes and shivered.�
They were twisted and hard.� There
was something to them that sacred Shuichi.

�Let me
go!� Please!�� His whole body was shaking like a leaf in a
tornado.� Tears blurred his vision.

The
deranged man raised the knife up over his head.�
The steel blade glistened in the overhead lights.

Shuichi
threw his arms over his head in a vain attempt at protecting himself as the
blade swung down.

---

With his scream echoing in his head, Shuichi shot
up in bed with a sound gasp.� His
knuckles were white as he clutched the bed sheets to his naked chest.� Violet eyes were wide and glassy with unshed
tears.� His heavy, panting breaths filled
the eerie stillness of the night.

Shuichi took a deep breath and held it for several
long seconds as he listened to the rapid beating of his heart and the rush of
blood in his ears.� He sighed long and
deeply.� Running his tongue over dry
lips, he relaxed his death grip on the sheets.

As his breathing began to even out and his
heartbeat returned to normal, Shuichi settled back onto the bed.� Scrubbing his hands over his sweaty face, he
turned to glance at his long time boyfriend who was sleeping peacefully besides
him.

Not wanting to disturb him, Shuichi carefully sat
up and tossed the covers aside.� Swinging
his legs over the side of the bed, he stood up and picked his way across the
room to the bedroom door.� Along the way,
he picked up Eiri�s discarded shirt and slipped it on.� He opened the door just enough for him to
slip out into the hallway and closed the bedroom door quietly behind him.

+---+---+

Hazel eyes golden like the sun, snapped open.� Flipping onto his back, Eiri draped an arm
across his brow and sighed heavily as he stared up at the ceiling.

+---+---+

Downing the entire glass of water in one gulp,
Shuichi set the glass on the counter besides the dinner dishes that had not
been put away.� Folding his arms over the
rim of the stainless steel sink, he dropped his head onto his arms as quiet
sobs shook his frame.

�Mama?� called a quiet voice from behind him.

Startled, Shuichi twirled around to see his son
standing in the doorway.� �Riku.�� Turning his back on his son, he quickly dried
his tear stained face.� �What are you
doing up?� he asked, turning back around.�
�You should be in bed.�

Shuichi studied his son.

Now thirteen, Riku was rapidly surpassing him in
height thanks to puberty.� Shuichi had a
feeling that the boy would be nearly as tall as his father was and Eiri was
six-one.� Riku was one of those people
whose blond hair darkens with age until they become more of a brunette.� And the teenager�s dirty blond hair was sleep
tousled and standing on end.� It was a
lot like Eiri�s in the morning.� In a
black and yellow plaid two-piece pajama set that Shuichi bought him when Bad
Luck was in England,
Riku yawned and rubbed his eyes.

In answer to Shuichi�s question, Riku shrugged.

Shuichi chuckled.�
�Come on.�� He grabbed Riku�s
shoulders and turned the boy around.� �Back
to bed,� he ordered as he steered Riku back down the hall to his bedroom.� �We have a big day tomorrow.� We�re going with Aunt Yoshiki to the
amusement park.�

Riku made a sleepily affirmative noise.� �Is Dad coming?� he asked around another
yawn.

�Yeah.� Since
he has an interview on one of those American news programs in the morning, he
will meet us there.�

��Kay.�

+---+---+

�There we go,� Shuichi said as he pulled up the
comforter around his son.� �Comfy?�

Under ordinary circumstances, he would protest
being treated like a child.� He was
thirteen after all.� Fourteen in a couple
of months.� But other than a nightly
phone call and a brief interlude halfway through his tour, Riku has not seen
his parents in a little over six months.�
So, being fawned over like this was a welcome change.

Riku nodded around a yawn.

�Alright.�
See you in the morning,� Shuichi said as he gave his son a hug.

Feeling mortified, Riku�s face flamed in
embarrassment.� �Mama,� Riku whined.

Snickering, Shuichi�s violet eyes gleamed
mischievously.� He planted a series of
kisses on his son�s face.

�Ew,� Riku laughed as he tried to wiggle out of
Shuichi�s grasp.� �Mama!�

Shuichi snickered.�
Now he knew why Eiri got such a kick out doing this to him.

Riku squealed and started thrashing wildly around
on the bed as he tried unsuccessfully to escape from Shuichi and his
fingers.� �Mama,� the boy laughed
hysterically, �stop!� That tickles!�

Chuckling, Shuichi decided to put his son�s torment
on halt for the time being.� It being the
middle of the night and all.� He heaved a
light, contented sigh.� A leftover laugh
escaped.� Standing up, he straightened
the comforter around his son and whispered, �Good night,� before planting a
chaste kiss on the boy�s forehead.

�Night Mama,� came the sleepy reply.

Shuichi smiled sweetly down at his son as the boy�s
heavy lids drooped closed.� It was
amazing how he could just fall asleep on a dime like that.�

He reached out and swept aside a stray strand of
the boy�s silken hair.

Being away on tour for so long had many
drawbacks.� One of them was being away
from his family.� At least Eiri could
come with him and Bad Luck, but unfortunately, their adopted son could not
afford such a luxury.� It was the middle
of the school year.� And because of
Eiri�s bad experience with one, Eiri was against hiring a tutor for Riku so
that the boy could come with them.� So
instead, he had been staying with Yoshiki.

Shuichi clutched his chest.� His throat tightened around a threatening
sob.

It was not just his son that these constant tours
and promotional appearances kept him away from.�
And he had to admit that it was all beginning to become a little too
much.� What happened before the show at Madison Square Garden
not too long ago was prove of that.

The thought of going back into the studio and
repeating the same old routine that he the rest of Bad Luck has been following
for the past decade made him nauseous.�
He dreaded returning back to Japan for that exact reason.� They say that you know when it is time for a
new job when you dread getting up in the morning.� And Shuichi knew that he was fast approaching
that point.

Now that Bad Luck�s six-month tour in support of
their Loveless CD was finally over,
Hiro, Suguru, Kei, Kai and Michael flew back to Japan a couple weeks ago.� Hiro back to Ayaka and Michael to Anzu and
his two beautiful little girls.

The grip around his heart tightened a little more.

Eiri, Riku and he were scheduled to fly out this
weekend.� They could spend the next
several months together before Riku flew back here to NYC for the summer.� It was one of the conditions Yoshiki had for
allowing Eiri and he to adopt her nephew.�
Even though Eiri was against it, Shuichi had tried to get Yoshiki to
move out to Tokyo.� He had even volunteered to pay for the move
and the apartment, but Yoshiki had turned him down.� He had a feeling her decision had a lot to do
with Rage.� In that case, Shuichi was
glad she would rather live here in the States.�
The less he saw of that psychotic bitch the better.

He shuddered to think what he had put up with over
the years because of her.� He was
grateful she was out of the country right now.

Shuichi crossed the room silently.� After stepping out into the hall, he glanced
over his shoulder at the lump buried beneath the layers of blankets and smiled
before closing the door quietly behind him.

�You�re so good with him.�

Startled once again, Shuichi spun around with a
yelp.� There standing behind him with a
smile on her face and wearing a slinky nightie less revealing than one of his
stage outfits was Kitazawa Yoshiki.�
Shuichi breathed.� With a hand
over his rapidly beat heart, Shuichi laughed.�
�You scared me!�

Looking pleased with herself, Yoshiki giggled.

His heart rate slowly returning to normal, Shuichi
glanced over his shoulder at Riku�s closed door.� There was a plaque hanging at eye level with
his son�s name written in Romanji above a picture of Atem in full regalia (1).

It really was good to be home.� So to speak.

Yoshiki cocked her head to the side as she studied
the expression on Shuichi�s face.� She
smiled secretly at the yearning on his face.�
Women were not the only ones whose clocks start ticking.

�Thank you.�

Her mind went blank at the sound of Shuichi�s
voice.� Yoshiki blinked.� �Huh?�

Shuichi turned back around to face her.� He smiled.�
�For taking care of him.�

�Of course!�
He is my nephew after all.�

Shuichi chuckled.

�Besides, he is�the only family I have left.�

Shuichi�s face fell.� He nodded solemnly.

�Anyway,� Yoshiki continued in a more enthusiastic
tone.� Her attitude did a complete
one-eighty in less than a heartbeat.�
�What�s up?� What is going
on?� You okay?�

�Oh!� Uhm,
yeah,� Shuichi laughed nervously.� He
scratched the back of his head.�
�Fine.� Fine.� Just�uh�needed some water.�

With a look that said, she knew he was lying, but
was going to let it slide for now, Yoshiki nodded slowly.� �Alright.��
She yawned.� �Oh,� she exclaimed,
instantly wide-awake.� �By the way, how�s
the arm?�

Shuichi held up his left arm against his
chest.� Nearly six inches long and
spanning his wrist to his elbow, the deep gash he sustained from Scott Keene a
little over a month ago had healed nicely.�
There was still a clearly defined scar from where the wound was.� It would continue to fade over time.

He flexed his fingers several times.

He had been lucky.�
It was shallow enough to not be serious and just deep enough to require
stitches.� Any deeper and who knows what
sort of damage he could have incurred?

�Actually, pretty good,� he admitted.

�Good as new, huh?�

Lowering his arm, Shuichi nodded.

�That�s good.�
Well, I�ll see you in the morning then.�

�Night Yoshiki,� Shuichi called after the woman.

�Night,� Yoshiki replied over her shoulder.

Shuichi turned towards the guest room he was
sharing with Eiri.

�Oh!� Shu?�

�Hm?��
Shuichi turned back.� Yoshiki was
looking at him from around her bedroom door.

�Nice look,� she said with a toothy grin.

Mortified, Shuichi�s face flamed in embarrassment
when he remembered that he was in nothing more then Eiri�s shirt.� It was a good thing that it fit him like a
dress.

With a wink, Yoshiki shut her bedroom door.

+---+---+

Without a sound, Shuichi shut the bedroom
door.� Immediately, he was engulfed in a
shroud of darkness.� He winced as the
latch caught.� It sounded unnaturally
loud in the deathly quiet of the apartment.

When his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, Shuichi
carefully picked his way across the bedroom towards the bed.

Grabbing the hem of Eiri�s shirt, he pulled it up
over his head and tossed it aside.

Slipping into bed, he pulled up the covers around
his naked body and snuggled against the hard lean line of Eiri�s equally naked
body.

He gave a start when he felt Eiri�s arms snake
around his waist.

�Baka,�
came Eiri�s deep whispered voice from out of the darkness.

�Eiri!� You
awake?� he squeaked.

�No, I�m talking in my sleep,� Eiri retorted.

�I�m sorry,� Shuichi apologized sheepishly.� �Did I wake you?�

�Hn.� You�re
not exactly the stealthiest person in the world.�

Shuichi winced.�
�I�m sorry.�

It surprised Eiri that Shuichi actually knew what
�stealthiest� meant, but then he did watch a lot of anime.� �So?� he prodded.

��So�what?�

Eiri growled.�
�Where�d you go?�

Sweating profusely, Shuichi wracked his brain.� ��Uhm�Aah��
He could not tell Eiri he had a nightmare about that Keene
guy who tried to stab him in his dressing room at Madison Square
Garden.� He did not want Eiri to worry needlessly.

Eiri sighed heavily.� Why the brat insisted on keeping these things
from him was beyond him.� He would not
say anything tonight, but if this keeps up, he was going to put his foot
down.� Deciding to give his baka an out, he suggested, �Go to the
bathroom, or something?�

�Huh?��
Shuichi�s mind went blank.� �Oh,�
he exclaimed.� �Uh, yeah!� Yeah.��
He chuckled nervously.

�Hm.�

Eiri�s arm vanished from his waist.� There was movement besides him.� He felt the mattress dip and the bed shake.

Turning onto his back, Shuichi turned a questioning
gaze towards his lover only to find him hovering inches above him on all
fours.� Shuichi gulped.� His face instantly went aflame with
embarrassment while at the same time he felt his libido, which he was almost
certain had been more than satisfied a mere hour or so ago, stir back to
life.� His heart started hammering.� A mixture of emotions swelled within him.

Automatically, Shuichi�s gaze traveled down Eiri�s
body to his erect member standing at attention against his stomach.� Blushing, he forced his gaze away.

Eiri chuckled deeply.� Even after all of these years.� His baka
was so cute.

Dipping his head, he started nibbling on Shuichi�s
exposed neck while his hands roamed the mountains, plateaus and hidden valley
that awaited him.

Sweat dotted his skin.� Arching into his lover�s touch, wave after
wave of pleasure coursed through Shuichi.�
He clutched the sheets in fisted hands.�
His legs trembled.� His toes
curled and dug into the soft mattress.�
His mouth flung open as wanton moans escaped into the still night.

+---+---+

(Tokyo, Japan)

A man of average height and average looks, someone
easily looked over and quickly forgotten, stepped into the bar.� There was nothing distinguishable about the
man.� Nothing stood out and that suited
the man just fine this night.

His narrow mud brown eyes scanned the crowded,
noisy bar from a pale oval face.� A lone
male sitting in a booth in the far corner caught his attention.� He recognized him immediately.

Picking his way through the crowd, he made his way
to the man.

�Isaac Smith?�

Isaac raised blood shot eyes.� He gave the man a not so polite once
over.� �Who the hell are you?� he slurred
in thickly English accented Japanese.

�Rinjin Yasashii.�

�Who?�

Without waiting to be invited, Yasashii slid into
the seat opposite the heavily intoxicated man.�
Leaning forward over the table, he clasped his hands together in front
of him.

This man.�
This Isaac Smith.� Born and raised
in London, England.� Came from a military family going back
generations.� Entered the Royal Marines
after graduating from high school.�
Completed several tours of duty.�
Came home and joined the police force.�
Quit after ten years for reasons unknown.� Went to work for a distance relative at a
reputable agency that provided among other services, bodyguards for hire.� Hired eight months ago by Seguchi Tohma for
one Shindou Shuichi.

A little over a month ago, he was unceremoniously
let go after allowing himself to be bribed into leaving his post by a man who
tried to murder Shindou Shuichi, the very man he had been hired to protect.

Now, this once proud man was a fraction of what he
once was.

�I have a proposition you may be interested in.�

Instantly alert, Isaac snapped to attention.� His dark eyes flashed dangerously.

+---+---+

(Hokkaido, Japan)

Softly humming �Glaring Dream�, one of her brothers
earlier songs, Maiko gently lifted four-month-old Chiaki out of the bouncer so
as to not wake her and held her securely against her shoulder. �Crossing the living room, Maiko pushed through
the swinging door that led into the hallway where the bedrooms, utility room
and bathroom were located.

She crept silently down the twilight-strewn hallway
to the nursery located at the end of the hallway. �While holding Chiaki with one hand, she pushed
open the door with the other.� She
switched hands to grope the wall for the light switch.� Finding it, she flipped it up.� The soft glow of the lamp on the far side of
the room snapped on.� Crossing her
daughter�s room to the white crib her brother had bought for her as an apology
for being away during his niece�s arrival, she gently laid her daughter down.

Straightening, she brushed her baby�s soft, rosy
cheek.� Feeling the railing dig into her
stomach, Maiko leaned over as far as she could and pressed her lips to Chiaki�s
forehead.

It was so unreal.�
She was a mommy. �Her!� She still found it hard to believe.

With a smile on her face, Maiko tiptoed out of the
room and quietly shut the door behind her.

Striding back down the hall, she pushed through the
swinging door into the bright light of the combination dining room/living room.� Her eyes automatically flew to the
clock.� It was getting pretty late.� Where was he?�
Maiko crossed her arms over her stomach.�
He said he had to work late tonight to get ready for some business trip
he was supposed to take next week, but she had had no idea he was going to be
this late.� She hoped nothing happened to
him.� Maybe she should call him.

+---+---+

The silver BMW slowed as it came upon a nearly
ninety-degree turn.� Its headlights
flashed upon a petite, wafer of a girl who had a backpack covered completely
with patches strapped across her back. �She
was strolling along the shoulder of the road, huddled against the bitter chill that
seemed to have planted roots with every intention of staying for a long holiday.� The icy wind blowing down from the mountain
stirred the several inches of snow that had fallen over the last couple of days
into a near white out.

As the car passed the girl, it slowed and veered
off the road onto the shoulder. �The
hazard lights flashed came on.

The girl picked up her pace.

Within the silver BMW, over the monotone drool of
the newscaster, there came a muffled buzzing sound.� It was quickly silenced.

+---+---+

With the buzzing ringing in her ear, Maiko stared
down at the phone in amazement.� Did he just
hang up on her?

+---+---+

The window scrolled down.

�H-hey,� the girl stuttered around her chattering
teeth. �What little of her face could be
seen underneath the fur-trimmed hood and bright red scarf was as red as Rudolph�s
nose.

�Where you headed?�

�Sa-ppo-ro,� she managed to say.

�Sapporo?� That�s where I�m going. �Get in.�
I�ll give you a ride.�

�Really?�

�Sure.� You
shouldn�t be out in this weather.�

She quickly scrambled into the car before he could
change his mind. �Slipping off her
gloves, she held out her hand as the car slowly pulled back onto the road.� �I�m Karin. �Yasashii Karin.�

They shook hands.

�Karin? �It�s
nice to meet you.�

�Nice to meet you, too.�

�So, Karin, tell me.� What brings you out in this beautiful weather?�

Karin giggled.

---TBC---

(1) Atem
� otherwise known as �Yami Yugi� or �Pharaoh� from YuGiOh!

A/N:� Thank you once again to Xunxin, catti, Sammy, Kimiko, dmennea and anyone else I may have forgotten for
your reviews.� Thank you to the rest of you.

This was
originally going to be a one-shot, but I decided to split it.� It made more sense considering the time
lapse.� So, how was it?
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