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This I
Promise You

Sequel
to:� �My Heart
Beats Like a Drum�

Written
by: Chochowilliams

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

Summary: Could it be
that Shuichi really is just paranoid or is there something about the new
neighbor?

Chapter
Summary: The others are starting to believe that it may not
just be Shuichi�s paranoia, but has their realization come too late?

Warning: M/M,
hentai, romance, drama, angst, OOC-ness, language, mpreg, masturbation, anal,
oral, death, Shuichi/Eiri

Insert:� ---

A/N: Yeah!� Two!

+---+---+---+

(Last Time)

Yasashii
frowned.� He could not remember hearing the
phone ring next door.� He wondered
why.� Was it possible they turned off the
ringers?� But why would they?� What was going on over there?

��

�That got
them a little worried, ya know?� Niwa continued, bringing Yasashii out of his
thoughts.

��

�Understandable,�
Yasashii agreed with a nod.� �You expect
someone at a certain time and when they do not show and do not answer the
phone��

��

�Well,
Nakano-san went to see what was going on, if they were at home, or��

��

�They�
referred to both the singer and his damned writer lover, Yasashii knew.� Just the thought of that whore Shu-han called
his �soul mate� sent a resurgence of anger through the man.� Then what his old friend said hit him.� �He was here?�
When?�

��

�Uh�� Niwa scrunched his head in thought.� �About eleven, eleven-thirty.�

��

That would
explain it.� The stupid building's
property owner called him to ask if he would let the meter guy into the
basement and of course being the �gentle neighbor� that he was complied all too
readily.

��

�Well, I
guess when he noticed Shindou-san's bodyguard outside the apartment,� Niwa was
saying, �he became furious!� I'm not sure
what happened exactly, but Nakano-san returned to the studio pretty pissed off.� They're not exactly happy with Shindou-san
right now.�

��

�Mm�� That made Yasashii think.� What was going on over there and could he use
it to his advantage?

+---+---+

Chapter
10: Just Beware of the Thorns

The next
morning

��That's alright.� What have you got for me?� ...�
Yes, I was stuck in it.� �The
producer and keyboardist of Nittle Grasper raised an eyebrow and leaned back in
the desk chair.� �And?�� Tohma's eyes widened.� �� Are
you sure?� ...� Oh?��
...� What?!�� He shot forward.� �Where is he now?� he demanded.� �What?�
Shit.� ...� Who spoke to him?� ...� I
want to speak with him.� �� Why not?�
...�� Tohma sighed heavily and
pressed a finger into his throbbing temple.�
�� I would really appreciate
it.� Thank you very much.� ��
Thank you.� No, that is it.� Goodbye.�

��

Seguchi Tohma replaced the receiver and leaned back in
the leather chair.� Lacing his fingers
under his chin, he stared blankly at the wall.�
Why was it whenever you took one-step forward you were forced to take
two back?� When Eiri asked him to look
into this Rinjin Yasashii guy, he had not expected it to go this far.� How had he not seen this?

��

A knock at the office door snapped him out of his
retrieve.� �Yes?�

��

The door opened and his green-haired cousin stuck his
head in.� �Tohma?� Are you busy?�

��

Tohma smiled at the younger man.� �Not for you, Suguru.�� He waved his hand towards a chair in front of
his desk.� �Please.�

��

Fujisaki Suguru strode into the office, shutting the
door behind him.� He sat down in the
chair indicated by his cousin.

��

�I'm actually glad you're here, Suguru,� Tohma told
the younger man.� �I made some calls and
discovered some things about Niwa-san.��
He picked up a manila folder and tossed it gently across the desk.

��

The manager of Bad Luck picked it up and flipped it
open.

��

�It seems Niwa-san went to school with none other
than-�

��

�Rinjin Yasashii,� Suguru read in surprise.� He stared up at his cousin in genuine
shock.� Then a flash of doubt crept into
his eyes.� Shaking his head, Suguru
continued flipping through the slim folder.�
�Coincidence.�� He could not
believe that it was anything other than that.�
If he did, the guilt that he had been trying to suppress would eat at
him.

��

�Maybe.� Maybe
not.� What I found interesting is that
they lost contact after they graduated.�
Niwa than joined the military-�

��

�'Special ops',� Suguru read.

��

Tohma nodded.�
�After serving the required stint, he was contacted by his old
friend.� The following week, Niwa had a
job as janitor here at NG and Rinjin moved into the apartment next to Eiri's.�

��

Suguru tried to absorb everything being thrown at
him.� It was a little too much.� �It doesn't prove anything except that
Shuichi's paranoia is contagious.�

��

�Possible,� Tohma agreed with a nod.� �But if it is, then it's an epidemic.�

��

�Huh?�

��

�Eiri called me yesterday and asked me to look into
his neighbor, Niwa's best friend.�

��

Suguru was surprised that such a grounded person like
Yuki-san would fall for Shuichi�s antics.�
�I thought-�

��

Tohma nodded.� �Apparently
Shuichi's been having terrible nightmares-�

��

�Still?�

��

�'Still'?�

��

Suguru closed the folder and rested it on the
desk.� �For the past month, he's been
saying how Rinjin-san creeps him out and he was always talking about these
night terrors.�

��

Tohma cocked an eyebrow.� �Was?�

��

�Only Kei, Kai and Michael were taking him
seriously.� He only talks to them and
because neither I nor Hiro did, he clams up when we are around.�

��

Sitting back, Tohma steepled his fingers as he lost
himself in thought.� Combined with what
he just learned from a valuable source at the police station, he was becoming a
little antsy about this whole situation.�
It was beginning to seem as if Shuichi might not be his usual paranoid
self.� �I think-�

��

A knock on the office door startled the pair.

��

�Enter,� Tohma barked.

��

An older male with grey hair and stained overalls
entered the office, his eyes darting nervously.�
�Gomen, sir, for disturbing
you, but-�

��

Tohma waved his apology aside.� �It's alright, Kitagawa-san.� What can I do for you?�

��

�Uh, I found something you should take a look at.�

��

The cousins glanced at one another.

��

The men followed the senior janitor through the empty
halls of the NG building, stopping outside an all too familiar studio.

��

Suguru blinked.�
�Wait a minute!� This's�!�

��

Kitagawa-san led them to the studio that Bad Luck
usually used.� Suguru bumped into
Niwa-san yesterday morning out of this same studio.� Why had Kitagawa-san led them here?

��

The elderly gentlemen opened the door to the studio
and escorted them inside.� �I was
cleaning and dropped my rag.� When I bent
to pick it up I saw this black box�thing.��
He pointed to the control panel.

��

Dropping to their knees, Suguru and Tohma sprawled
under the control panel.� Immediately,
they saw the small black box.� Suguru had
no idea what he was looking at, but Tohma knew immediately what it was and had
some inkling where it came from.� All the
pieces of the puzzle were starting to fall into place.

��

�That's not the only one.�

��

Tohma scooted out and stood up, his cousin soon
followed.� �What?�

��

�I found one in there,� Kitagawa said, pointing
through the Plexiglas window into the recording booth.� �I didn't think anything of it, until I saw
this one.�

��

Suguru was confused.�
�Tohma?�

��

�Find Niwa-san,� the blond-haired producer told the
janitor.� �And if a man comes in with a
package for me, bring him up to my office immediately.�

��

�Yes, sir.��
Kitagawa bowed and left the studio.

��

Suguru turned towards his cousin in growing
confusion.� �Tohma?� What's going on?�

��

�We shall see, Suguru.�

��

�Huh?�� He had
absolutely no idea what was going on, but he had a feeling he was not going to
like it.

+---+---+

�Shu-chan, I'm leaving!�

��

Shuichi stuck his head out of the shower, his head
full of suds.� �Be careful!� I love you!�

��

Eiri smiled.�
�Love you, too.�

�Oh, Eiri!�

Eiri stuck his head back inside.� �Yeah?�

�Riku leave yet?�

�He just left with Jacob.�

��Kay.�

�See you later.��
Leaving the overly humid bathroom door open so his husband- Eiri's smile
widened and a slight blush tinged his cheeks- could hear the phone if it rang,
the writer dashed through the dressing room and flew down the stairs to grab
his wallet and keys off the table near the front door.� He had a meeting with Mizuki Kanna to talk to
her about postponing a few things and then he had to talk to their lawyer and
publicist.� It was going to be a very
busy day.

��

He nodded to the scrawny Japanese male standing at the
front door as he left.� Matoh Koji was
the night guard.� From eight at night
until eight in the morning, he was the only thing standing in the way of a
crazy stalker fan and Shuichi.� When Eiri
first met him, he thought it was some kind of joke.� This �bodyguard� was no more than a boy.� He was so young he was still breaking
out.� This kid did not look much
stronger than Shuichi and looked like he weighted less when wet.� However, the kid had proven himself.� He made Jackie Chan and Jet Li look like amateurs.

��

�Uesugi-san!�
Sir!� Shindou-san-�

��

�Eiri,� came the familiar whiney-shout.

��

Turning around, the writer saw his husband of eighteen
hours standing in the doorway of their apartment, dripping wet, in nothing more
than a bathrobe.� Out of the corner of
his eyes, he saw a blush tint the young guard's face.� Growling, Eiri marched down the hall and
grabbed Shuichi's arm.� �Baka!�
Are you trying to get sick?�� He
dragged the man inside the apartment.

��

A huge grin split Shuichi's face at the blatant
jealousy and possessiveness he could hear in his husband's voice.

��

Eiri pulled Shuichi into the living room where he
immediately pulled the wet, nude-except-for-a-bathrobe man against him.� Shuichi wrapped his arms around Eiri's
neck.� He pulling their heads together
for a short, chaste but tender and spine tingling kiss.� Moaning against the soft, lush lips, Eiri
held the singer against his pulsating body.�
His hands roamed to cup the round globes of Shuichi's ass.

��

Shuichi mewled deeply from the throat.� �Stay and make love to me,� he demanded
softly, nipping along Eiri' jaw line to his neck.

��

Groaning, Eiri tried with no enthusiasm or effort to
disengage himself from Shuichi.� �I
can't,� he whispered breathlessly.� �I
have to meet Mizuki.�

��

�Fuck your editor,� Shuichi growled as he licked
Eiri's collarbone before suckling it.

��

Eiri was having a hard time thinking, but that was
probably the whole point.� Shuichi was
not nor has he ever been innocent.� He
was a seductress through and through.�
�Shu�Oh!� Kami-sama,� he cried as
his husband licked his sensitive ear.

��

Shuichi was determined to find a way to keep his
husband home at least for another hour or two.�
He rubbed his growing erection against his husband's bulging pants.� Both men filled the room with pleasured
cries.

Eiri wanted nothing more than to stay home and fuck
his little baka until he was too sore to move, but unfortunately, he had
a lot of work to do.� Reluctantly, he
pried himself away.

Shuichi growled.�
Anger flashed in his eyes.

Eiri blinked.�
Shuichi had never been angry with him before.� He sighed heavily.� �Shu, we both have very busy schedules,
today.� I have to see if Mizuki can
juggle a few things around so that we��
He wrapped his arms around his singer.�
��can go�� He pulled him against
him.� �...on our honeymoon.�

��

�Honeymoon'.

��

That one word echoed in Shuichi's mind.� A wide grin splayed across his face.� �We're going on a honeymoon?�

��

Eiri looked at the small man with a raised eyebrow,
staring at him with a look that said, �Are you always this stupid?�

��

Knowing that look, Shuichi slapped Eiri who gave a
mock yelp of pain.� Grinning like a
lunatic, Shuichi wrapped his arms around the writer and hugged him
happily.� �Where're you taking me?�

��

Eiri shook his head.�
�You'll just have to wait and see.�

��

Shuichi pouted.�
�Meanie.� You're no fun.�

��

�Oh, I can be LOTS of fun,� Eiri said suggestively,
wiggling their bodies together.� With a quick,
lighter than a feather kiss, Eiri pulled away.�
�But not right now.�� He glanced
at his watch.� �I have to go meet Mizuki,
before she-.�� The sudden shrill ringing
of a phone cut off the rest of what he was going to say.� Eiri let go of Shuichi and searched his
person for his cell.� �Where-?�� He looked up to see a familiar silver
instrument dangling in front of his face.�
�My phone!� Where�?�

��

�You left it in the office.�

��

Snorting at his own stupidity, Eiri checked the caller
ID.� �Speak of the devil.�� Flipping his phone open, he placed it to his
ear and just as he opened his mouth to speak, an angry stream of curses jetted
forth.� Eiri pulled the phone away from
his sensitive ear and wiggled his finger in it as Mizuki continued to scream
and yell.

��

Chuckling, Shuichi kissed his husband lightly on the
cheek before sauntering back upstairs to finish getting ready.� He could feel Eiri watching him.� He grinned mischievously over his shoulder
and put a little more swagger into his walk.�
Eiri was looking at him like a hungry man at a banquet.

��

Eiri sighed as his lithe baka vanished into
their bedroom.� �Are you quite done?�

��

�No, I am not!�
How dare you leave me waiting this long?�

��

�What the hell are you talking about?� We agreed to meet at eight and that's in an
hour.�

��

Mizuki stopped in mid-yell.� At the outdoor dining area at the caf�, she
blinked.� �No, we did not.� I clearly remember,� she said, getting out
her daily planner and flipping it to the correct day, �talking to you yesterday
morning and-�� Her tirade stopped
suddenly as her finger ran down the long list of scheduled appointments.� Right there in bold red ink and circled was
her meeting with Eiri at�at eight am.�
�Oh.�� Now she felt like an idiot.

��

Eiri snorted.�
�I might be a little late.� I have
to talk to my lawyer about a few things first.�

��

�Lawyer?�
What-?�

��

�You'll know soon enough.�� Before the woman could say anything else,
Eiri ended the call by flipping his phone closed.� �Shu!�
Shuichi!�

��

The singer walked out of the bedroom towel drying his
hair and leaned against the railing.� His
heart skipped a beat when he felt the banister give slightly.� That was right.� Riku said something about that awhile
back.� They really had to get someone to
take a look at it. �Maybe his father
could do it.

Eiri drank in the sight of him.� Shuichi was wearing an unbuttoned pair if
jeans and nothing else.� Eiri admired the
view of his lithe husband very much.�
Especially the tantalizing view of the wispy black hairs between the open
flaps of Shuichi�s jeans and what it meant.�
He gulped.� Was it suddenly hot in
here?� Shuichi started going to the gym
several years ago.� For two hours a day
everyday, he worked out.� He was not
trying to bulk up, but instead has toned and sculpted his slender body.� Shuichi has gone from cute to drop dead
gorgeous.� It helped that he lost all his
baby fat and actually grew another several inches.� But lately, he has noticed that Shuichi
seemed to be putting on a few extra pounds.�
He wondered if he should ban the baka
from his diet of junk food.� Despite that
though, Eiri would give anything to carry Shuichi into the bedroom, rip off
that hindering piece of cloth and see just how toned his husband had become and
where.� Eiri swallowed painfully.� His pants had suddenly become a little too
snug.�

Shaking himself from his lustful wanderings, he told
the man he was leaving.

��

�Alright,� Shuichi sighed, crestfallen.

��

Eiri chuckled.� �Just
go to the studio, talk to Hiro and I'll talk to Tohma later about giving you
time off so I can take you on our honeymoon.�

��

Shuichi's face instantly brightened.� �Okay!�
I'll see ya later!� I love you!�

��

�Me, too.�� Eiri
opened the apartment door and glanced at the singer one last time over his
shoulder.� �Remember, Shu.� Talk to him.�
You've been friends for a long time.�
Don't let this misunderstanding get in the way of that.�

��

Shuichi nodded.�
When the door shut behind Eiri, the smile vanished.

��

He knew what happened the night before was just a big
misunderstanding.� He really did not hate
Hiro.� He could never hate
him.� As Eiri said, they were best
friends.� Always have been.� Always will be.� No, his big blow up yesterday and reluctance
to go into work again today had nothing to do with that.� It all went back to his fears and worries
about not only this unexpected pregnancy, but also his new neighbor who
everybody kept saying was a �really nice guy�.�
Add to that an unwanted CD and Shuichi felt as if he was on the edge of
a nervous breakdown.

He may have been against this CD from the very
beginning, but the others depended on him and he just could not let them
down.� However, that did not make it any
easier to drag himself into the studio each morning.� This greatest hits/ cover song compilation CD
had not been his idea.� In fact, he had
been against it form the very start, but he was outvoted.� Therefore, he had no other choice but to go
along with it.� It was not as if he could
just up and quit the band.� He was not
ready to go solo.� He was not sure if he
ever would.� Bad Luck was his band.� It was his life.� What he had wanted to do was take a little
break.� They just returned from a
yearlong worldwide tour in support of their successful ninth album.

��

For the past ten years, it has been the same
thing.� They work like dogs to put an
album out, with him doing at least ninety percent of the work.� He writes all the songs and composes the
music.� He co-produced a number of songs
from their last several albums and even co-directed many of their videos.� They work six, sometimes seven, days a
week.� There are photo shoots,
interviews, and television and radio appearances.� When the album is finally released, they go
on tour.� At the end, they are rewarded
with a mere month off and it starts all over again.

��

Shuichi just could not do this anymore.� He could not.�
He felt tears slip down his face.

+---+---+

His hair was pulled back in a ponytail.� A pink and white bandana was tied around his
forehead.� A black leather belt cinched
the waist of his jeans.� A T-shirt under
a black vest showed off his muscular frame.�
His hands brushed lightly over the baby bump that was still nearly
invisible.� A small smile graced his
lips.� Lifting his head, Shuichi stared
at his reflection in the mirror above the dresser.� His violet eyes were dull and distant.� His normally tan complexion was pale.� His lips were slightly colorless and he had
huge bags under his eyes.� As he was
putting on his necklace, he noticed his hands were trembling.� He held them out in front of his face and
watched them almost hypnotically.�
Clenching them into tight fists, Shuichi took a deep breath and sighed.

��

Well, it was now or never.

��

Grabbing the cowboy hat Ryuichi had bought for him
during his last trip to the US;
he popped it on and stampeded down the staircase.� He slipped into his boots and picked up his
backpack from the floor near the front door.�
Swinging it onto his shoulder, he exited the apartment and started towards
the elevator.� A quick glance at his
watch told him he might actually be on time today.

��

He was halfway down the hallway when he realized
something was wrong.� Stopping, he
glanced over his shoulder down the hallway, an empty hallway.� His eyebrows drawn in confusion, he started
back towards his apartment.� �Koji?� Jacob?��
He knew Jacob had taken Riku to school, but he should be back by
now.� A shiver ran down Shuichi's
spine.� He did not like this.� He had a very funny feeling.

��

�Hello, Shindou-san.�

Shuichi turned, expecting it to be Koji or Jacob, but
instead he gasped.� He took a step back
as a figure stepped out of the shadowy doorway.�
�Ri�Rinjin.�

��

The singer continued to back away slowly.� His heart was racing.� It was beating a rapid and uneven tempo
against his breast.� His breath came out
in wheezing pants.� He was dry mouthed
and his palms were slick with sweat.� He
was shaking violently and his stomach was churning.� Saliva filled his mouth like a leaky
faucet.� He swallowed sharply.� His ran his tongue along lips gone dry.

��

�I heard you got married,� Yasashii accused angrily as
he strode towards the terrified singer.

��

Shuichi stared at the man in shock and surprise.� �H-how did you�?�� The only person other than Eiri and himself
who knew was Seguchi-san.� How had Rinjin
found out?� Pale and feeling slightly
lightheaded, Shuichi glanced around him in growing desperation.

��

Yasashii had always given Shuichi the creeps.� He made his skin crawl.� It was like watching a giant black scorpion
crawl unceremoniously on a wildlife expert.�
The man watched him like a hawk circling its prey.� He had this creepy smile on his face whenever
Shuichi looked at him; a cat ate the canary kind of look.� It was that smug and condescending.

��

At he watched the older man stride towards him Shuichi
felt his stomach roll.� It was as if he
was watching the warden walking towards his cell knowing that he was not coming
to tell him the Governor had granted him a stay.

��

Shuichi again licked his lips.� He blinked rapidly to keep the insane man in
focus as his vision swam before his eyes.�
His breath sounded unnaturally loud and his heart felt as if Kei's drums
were lodged in his chest.

��

�There's no one here to interfere,� Rinjin whispered seductively.� �It's just the two of us.� Just like it should be.�

��

Tears filled Shuichi's eyes and he gave a sob.� Eiri, his mind cried.� Images of a pale, skeletal hand creeping
towards him filled his mind.� He felt the
cold, icy grip sucking the warm from him.�
Eiri, his mind screamed.� This was
not happening!� God, please don't let
this be happening!

��

�I'll teach you what real love is,
Shu-han.� I'll show you how sweet it can
be,� Yasashii whispered softly.

��

Shuichi shook his head.� He moaned as the hall tilted and swayed.� Losing his balance, violet eyes rolled into
the back of his head.� He mumbled,
�Eiri,� then collapsed into a sea of nothingness.� A solitary tear rolled down his cheek.

---TBC---

Preview:� �Urgent!�

A/N:� Was that intense or what?� What will happen to Shuichi?� Will Eiri realize what�s going on in time to
help?� And where are Jacob and Koji?
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