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Chapter List
- 1-Sorry (Revised&Edited)
- 2-one
- 3-two
- 4-three
- 5-four
- 6-five
- 7-six
- 8-seven
- 9-eight
- 10-nine
- 11-ten
- 12-eleven
- 13-twelve
- 14-thirteen
- 15-fourteen
- 16-fifteen
- 17-epilogue
- 10
- 11
- 12
Sorry

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: AU.�
He ran from Shuichi once.� Will he
take this second chance or let his past keep him from true happiness?� Ryuichi/Shuichi, Shuichi/Eiri

Chapter summary:� Eiri continues pressing Shuichi for an
answer.

Warning: AU, Angst, drama, romance, language,
m/m sexual content, Ryuichi/Shuichi, Shuichi/Eiri

Inserts:�
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A/N:�
Thank you to sun�s
and stars, sonata hirano, mizu-miha, bakacharm, Plain Jane
Is A Vampire, LustAndVengeance, lilgurlanima, Acherona, Golden Sun
Dragon for your reviews and to everybody
else who favored me and put me on alert.�
I love you all.

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Chapter 10

The cool
night air wrapped around Eiri, fingering his sandy locks as he stood on the
balcony leaning over the railing gazing out over the city.� He could feel the edges of the railing
pressing into his forearms.� He ignored
the discomfort.� Instead he fed from it,
used it to fuel his scattered emotions and thoughts.�

Grey smoke
curled into the air from the cigarette clamped in his mouth, hazing the city
lights that littered the landscape and broke up the blanket of night.�

It was
impossible to see the night sky the way it was meant to be seen because of the
light pollution from the city, but the moon, deceptively full, was high in the
sky, shinning brightly down upon them all.�
He could hear the distant sound of traffic.� It played a smooth lullaby, lulling him into
a semi meditative trance.� From behind
him, he could hear the playful slapping of the blinds as they clapped in the
light breeze.

Peering
over his shoulder, he glanced through the partially closed blinds, through the
closed gauzy curtains and across the dimly lit suite towards the room
door.� A long shaft of light from the
hallway lit the carpet, illuminating a partially visible Shuichi who was
standing right outside the room speaking to someone out in the hallway.� He could hear his muffled voice, but could
not make out what he or his visitor was saying.

Turning
back around, he took his cigarette out of his mouth and exhaled a stream of
smoke into the dark night as he tapped the gathering ashes over the railing.

As he
stared over the sleeping city, his fisted hands snapped the smoldering
cigarette in half and clenched his jaw tightly.�
His teeth ground together.� His
eyes hardened as Shuichi�s voice echoed repeatedly in his head.� �Because
he�s my husband.�� Eiri sneered,
baring his gleaming fangs.� Cursing
soundly, he tossed his broken cigarette over the railing with a snap of his
wrist.� Standing up, he grabbed the
balcony railing, gripping it so tightly that it bit into his hands.� Damn him, he thought angrily.� Why?�
He said he loved me.� He said he
wanted to be with me.� So, why?� Eiri slammed his fist into the railing,
ignoring the stinging pain.� Dammit,
why?� The anger vanished as suddenly as
it appeared, leaving him feeling drained.�
Why?� Choking back a sob, he bent
over the railing and masked his face in his hands.� Combing his fingers through his hair, he
clasped his hands together and gazed out over the city.

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�Yeah,
yeah,� Shuichi sighed with a roll of his eyes.�
He stepped backwards into his room.

�I mean it,
Shuichi.� You have an early day
tomorrow.�

�I know!�

Daisuke
searched the singer�s face.� There was
something there, something he could not quite put his finger on.� �Are you sure you�re all right?� he asked in
concern.

Shuichi
sighed heavily.� �Yes,� he answered
exasperated.

�Okay,�
Daisuke said, not fully convinced.� ��You
know that if you ever need to talk��

�Thanks
Daisuke,� Shuichi smiled sweetly.� �But
I�m fine.� Really.�

�You-?�

�Night, Daisuke,�
Shuichi called as he made a move to swing the door shut.

Daisuke
stepped forward at the last minute and grabbed the door.� �Shu-�

�Good
night, Daisuke,� Shuichi repeated with more force.

�But, I-!�

Shuichi
smiled at the man, wiggling his fingers in farewell as he let the door swing
shut.� It closed with a quiet click.� Immediately the smile slipped.� Shuichi heaved a grateful sigh as he sagged
against the door.� �Man, that guy just
won�t let up.�

�Who�s
that?� came the sudden voice behind him.

With a
gasp, Shuichi twirled around.� �Yuki,� he
breathed in surprise, a hand over his racing heart.

Eiri shoved
the vertical blinds aside and stepped through the curtains into the suite, a
scowl on his face.� �Who was that?� he
repeated, his voice hard.

Shuichi
blinked, a little surprised and confused by Eiri�s tone.� �Who?�
Daisuke?�

�Who is
he?� Eiri demanded.� His voice was
dangerously low.

�Bad Luck�s
manager,� Shuichi said with a frown.

�Manager?�
Eiri repeated in disbelief.

�Yeah.�

�What about
that crazy American?�

Shuichi
blinked, uncertain whom he was referring.�
��Oh!� You mean K?�

�Isn�t he
your manager?�

�Yes.�

�Then?�

�Then�what?�

Eiri
indicated the door directly behind Shuichi.�
�Then what about that guy?� he growled impatiently.

Shuichi
glanced over his shoulder at the door.�
�You mean Daisuke?�

�Yes!�� How had he fallen in love with such an idiot?

�Well,�
Shuichi said, scratching his head, �he�s more like a co-manager.�� He picked his way through the suite to the
couch, huddling into the corner farthest away from Eiri with his knees folded
beneath him.

�A
co-manager?� Is that like a vice
president?� Eiri joked.� �What?� Is the job of looking after you geeks too
tough a job for just one baboon so they had to go and hire another one?�

Shuichi
blinked stupidly, his face unchanging.�
�Hey!� he cried, glaring at the other man, feeling offended.

Eiri
chuckled.

Shuichi
crossed his arms over his chest.� �Jerk,�
he pouted with a huff.

Still chuckling,
Eiri studied his love and noticed for the thousandth time that night just how
adorably cute he was.

Eiri
skirted the armchair and crossing his arms over his chest, perched himself on
the arm.� �So.�

�So what?�
Shuichi asked as he swung his legs out from under him and hugged them to his
chest.� His wiggled his bare toes over
the edge of the cushions and rested his cheek on his knee.

�So why do
you need two managers?�

�Oh, well,
Daisuke was hired by Mr. Seguchi after K�s wife found out she had cancer.�

Eiri cocked
an eyebrow.� �He�s married.�

�Yeah,�
Shuichi nodded.

�Uh,
huh.�� He was not sure what was scarier,
the man being married or the woman who married him.� He had actually met K once very briefly,
before he became the manager of Bad Luck and the guy was a few cards short of a
full deck.

�K said
that we shouldn�t worry though.� He said
she would not let a little something like cancer get the better of her.�

It sounded
like he was quoting.� �How long�s this
man�?�

�Daisuke?�

Eiri nodded.� �How long�s he been your manager?�

Shuichi sat
back against the cushions and ran his hands up and down his thighs.� �Uhm�For about�maybe nine months?�� He shrugged.�
�Something like that.�

Eiri
frowned.� Nine months, huh?� That was around the time Tatsuha started
seeing his �mystery lover�, which he knew now was none other than Ryuichi
Sakuma.� That was a very big coincidence
if you asked him.� �What did he want?�

�Huh?�� Shuichi turned towards him.

�What did
your manager want?�

�Oh, he
wants me in bed,� Shuichi answered, turning away.

�Really,�
Eiri commented, his voice thick.� He was
not the only one.

Shuichi
lifted his head with a surprised flutter of lashes.� �Huh?��
He turned and met Eiri�s heated gaze.�
Shuichi inhaled sharply.� His
pulse began to race and his palms grew slick.�
A hot blush glazed his cheeks.� He
licked lips gone dry and tore his gaze away from Eiri�s blazing one to stare
studiously at the carpet, trying to ignore the penetrating eyes boring into the
side of his head.� Ugly carpet, Shuichi
thought.� He preferred hard wood floors.

His eyes
never leaving Shuichi�s face, Eiri dropped his arms to his sides and stood
up.� Rounding the coffee table, he made
his way over to the sofa.� Sitting down
on the edge of the seat, he faced a fiercely blushing Shuichi.� He took pride in the fact that he was the
reason why Shuichi�s face was so red.�
God, how he loved this man!� But
that was what was at the core of this problem.�
Slowly the fire died and went cold.�
A frown slipped across his face as again, Shuichi�s reasoning resounded
through his head.� �Because he�s my husband.��
Snarling softly, Eiri gritted his teeth.�
He had half a mind to just sweep Shuichi into his arms, carry him off to
some uncharted island in the middle of the ocean and make him forget all about
Sakuma and think only of him.

Forcing
himself to calm down, he took deep, even breathes.

He had to
know.

He had a
right to know.

He deserved
an answer.

Pumped up,
he asked softly, �Why?�

Shuichi
blinked, his embarrassment instantly forgotten.�
He turned to face Eiri.� �What?�

Eiri
scooted a little closer to Shuichi and stared right into those large red tinted
brown eyes.� �Why?�

Shuichi stared
back at Eiri, right into those hard eyes that swirled with dark, angry storm
clouds.� His face slipped.� Unable to bear those searching, demanding
eyes any longer, he turned away.� He knew
what Eiri was asking, knew what he wanted to hear, but Shuichi was not sure if
he had the answer, or rather, the answer Eiri wanted to hear.� �I don�t know,� he finally said, breaking the
silence.� His stomach twisted and his
heart gave a painful jolt as he heard what it was he said.� He wished he had a better answer.

That was not good enough.�
�Why?� Eiri demanded harshly.

Shuichi
shook his head.� �I don�t know,� he
repeated softly, his voice tight and thick with tears.

Eiri fisted
a hand and slammed it against the coffee table, startling Shuichi who jumped
with a yelp.� �Why?�

With tears
prickling his eyes, Shuichi cried, �Dammit, I don�t know!�

Even though
some of the wind was taken from his sail, Eiri was not sure if he totally
believed Shuichi�s answer.� ��Do you love
him?� Eiri asked him carefully.

Sniffling,
Shuichi glanced at Eiri out of the corner of his eye.� �What?�

�Sakuma,�
Eiri cried impatiently.� �Do.� You.�
Love.� Him.�

�He�s my
husband.�

Eiri fisted
his hands and gritted his teeth.� �That�s
not what I asked,� he snapped in annoyance.

Shuichi
jumped with a yelp.

Eiri tried
to get a hold of his emotions.� �Do you
feel for him what you feel for me?� he asked evenly.

Why was
Eiri asking him this?� Shuichi shook his
head.� He could not do this.� He made a move to stand up, but a tight
vise-like grip on his upper arm held him fast, yanking his back down.� �Ow!� Shuichi cried in pain as he felt Eiri�s
fingers digging into him.

�Do you
feel for him what you feel for me?� Eiri repeated, jerking Shuichi towards
him.� He shook Shuichi none too gently when
the boy remained silent.� �Shuichi!�

�No,�
Shuichi sobbed loudly, startling them both.

Eiri�s grip
loosened.

With tears
trickling down his face, Shuichi shook his head.� �No, I don�t.�

That was a
surprise, a most welcomed surprise, but a surprise nonetheless.� Eiri shook himself.� �Did you?� he asked gently.

Shuichi
cradled his sore arm as he thought back over his relationship with Ryuichi,
really thought about it.� He had idolized
the man.� He was his god, his
inspiration.� He was his best friend.� Shuichi knew that Ryuichi was the one person
he could always go to whenever he had a problem.� Yes, he had Hiro and Daisuke, but Ryuichi was
the one person he knew he could trust to remain objective.� Hiro tended to be a tad overprotective and
somewhat vague at times.� Daisuke seemed
to have ulterior motives whether he knew it or not.� Ryuichi was always there for him.� Ryuichi loved him.� Ryuichi was there for him when Eiri had not
been, but�did that constitute him being in love?� He did care about Ryuichi.� Very much.�
His feelings for the man went way beyond that of just mere
friendship.� Despite what Ryuichi did to
him, Shuichi could not imagine his life without him, but did that mean that he
loved him?� Had he ever loved him?� Or had he just drowned his broken heart and
sorrow in a childhood crush, fool himself into believing he felt more for this
man than he actually did because the one man he had wanted a future with wanted
nothing to do with him?

�I�I don�t
know,� he admitted truthfully.

Eiri fumed
with anger.� How was this so
difficult?� But one glimpse at Shuichi�s
face and his fury ebbed away.� Shuichi
looked miserable.� Maybe this really was
not as easy as he wanted it to be.� One
of Shuichi�s main flaws was that he was loyal almost to a fault.� So even though Shuichi knew he should end it
with Sakuma, he made a promise, a vow, and Shuichi probably felt strongly about
those vows, despite the betrayal.� He
wished other people were more like that.

Reaching
out, Eiri cupped Shuichi�s hand and laced their fingers together.� He gave that hand a gentle squeeze.�

Shuichi
turned towards him and smiled.�

Eiri
returned that smile.� He cupped Shuichi�s
cheek with his free hand.

Shuichi
leaned into the warm touch.� Turning his
head, his planted a chaste kiss on the palm of Eiri�s hand.� Still smiling, he leaned against Eiri�s side,
hugging his other arm around the arm that held fastly to his hand.� Shuichi was not sure about anything right
now.� Why was this so hard, even though
he knew what he should do?

�Will you
come back to Tokyo
with me?� Eiri whispered, his voice breaking through the silence.

Shuichi
tensed.

�Will you
give us another chance?�

---TBC---

Preview:� Eiri finally pushes Shuichi too far and the
singer snaps.� After he cools down, what
will Shuichi�s answer be?
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