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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: Shuichi goes missing.

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

Insert:� References to �Give in To Me� chapter 1 and
�Parental Revenge�

A/N: Like some
of my other stuff, this was out previously.�
I would like to thank SilverBishiLuver,
Unrated crimsonBlood, catbaker, hokage, blueberry, Acherona, Aacire for your reviews and continued support.� Thank you.

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(Last Time)

�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.

+---+---+

Chapter
11: Urgent!

NG
Productions Executive Offices

�And?�

��

Niwa shook his head.�
�That's it!� I swear!�� He slid to the edge of the chair and pleaded
with Tohma to believe him.� �It was a
job!� I didn't think...He wasn't like
this at the beginning.� I realized he was
losing it, but...I was in too deep and-!�

��

Tohma raised a hand.�
�You will be punished for your part, but right now you will help me stop
Rinjin-san before he does something we'll both regret.�

��

�Yes, sir,� Niwa sighed heavily, hanging his head
dejectedly.� He had to admit that Tohma
Seguchi was a much more formidable opponent than anybody else he has ever come
across and he has been up against some arduous people.� Not to mention a hell of a lot scarier and
intensely intimidating.� It was no wonder
he cracked under the pressure.� Niwa knew
if it ever came down to a one-on-one fight, he would choose to go up against
the Devil than Seguchi Tohma.� At least
with Satan, he had a chance.

��

A knock on the office door interrupted the pair.� Tohma looked up as his secretary stuck her
head in.� �Yes?�

��

�Sorry for bothering you, sir, but Kitagawa-san said
you were waiting for a package.�

��

�Has it arrived?� he inquired in that same nonchalant
tone.

��

�Yes, sir.�� She
strode across the room and set the white envelope into her boss's hand.� Stepping back, she bowed.� �Will that be all, sir?�

��

Tohma ripped open the envelope and two pieces of paper
slid out onto his hand.� One was a copy
of a signed confession and the other was a photo sheet with reduced images of
two dozen photographs that had been found in the man's possession.� He scanned the confession and then the photos
with a quick, careful eye.� �Get me
Shuichi and call Detective Liharu.� Tell
him I would like a word with him as soon as possible.�

��

�Yes, sir.�� She
bowed and left the office, closing the door behind her.

��

Tohma set the documents on the desk and leaned
forward, clasping his hands on top of his desk.�
�Tell me, Niwa.� What do you know
of an Isaac Smith your friend hired?�

��

Niwa blinked stupidly.�
�Who?�

��

�The photographer he hired.�

��

The ex-Special Ops man's eyes widened in shock and his
breathing sped.� �I, uh, I don't-�

��

The producer lightly slapped the desk as he sat back

��

Niwa jumped as if he was shot.� �I swear!�
I don't know anything about him!��
He was this close to wetting himself.

��

Tohma just stared at him calmly.

��

Niwa felt as if an enemy operative was interrogating
him.� He has never been so scared in his
entire life and Seguchi Tohma has done nothing.�
Yet.� He has shown no
emotion.� He has not even raised his
voice.� He just sat there behind his desk
with that nonchalant look.� The man was
eerily calm about this whole thing and it was creeping him out.� �I swear I don't know anything!� All I had to do was bug whatever studio Bad
Luck would be using that day and keep Yasa informed in case something
happened!� I swear!� That's it!�

��

�So, he appearing wherever Shuichi was was not a
coincidence,� Tohma said more to himself.

��

Niwa shook his head.�
�I know the photographer Yasa hired was this guy who could get some
amazing shots, shots other people could only dream of.� But I've never met him.� Yasa rented out a postal box at the post
office and they would communicate that way.�
Yasa would leave the money and the guy would leave the photos.� I swear that's it!�

��

Strangely enough, Tohma believed him.� He stared down at the sheet of photos with a
frown.�

According to Niwa�s statement, Rinjin Yasashii
approached Isaac Smith back in March at a local dive here in Japan shortly after he was released
from duty as chief bodyguard to Shuichi.�
Yasashii used the fact that Isaac was fired to his advantage, knowing
the British man would jump at the chance to get back at Shuichi and NG
Productions for �ruining his life�.�
Apparently, while in the Royal Marines, Isaac had been part of the news core.� A photographer in particular.� Somehow, Yasashii knew this and hired the man
to follow and take photographs of Shuichi.�
It was an offer Isaac could not refuse.�
What Yasashii could have foreseen was that Isaac would use those
photographs he took of the singer to his own advantage by blackmailing the
singer.� In exchange for a couple
hundred-million Yen, he would keep the blatantly graphic photos in a shoebox in
the back of the closet instead of releasing them to the tabloids.� Of course, the photos would receive no such
fate, though.� They would go to Rinjin
Yasashii.� But the confrontation never
happened.� According to his police source,
yesterday morning while on his way to NG Productions, Isaac Smith was involved
in a serious accident.� He passed away
sometime during the night, but not before confessing.

��

Tohma remembered the incident that caused him to fire
the man.� His knuckles turned white as he
clenched the paper tight.� His memory of
that night was all too vivid.

An hour before Bad Luck was scheduled to go on at Madison Square Garden
back in February; Shuichi was attacked in his dressing room by a distraught
father who found his daughter hanging from the curtain rod in her closet.� It seems that, when the daughter discovered
she was pregnant, her boyfriend broke up with her.� Upset and suffering from a chronically severe
bout of depression, she committed suicide.�
Playing full blast in her CD player on endless repeat when the father
found her was a Bad Luck CD.� The father
blamed the group or more precisely, Shuichi, for his daughter's death.� Somehow, the man managed to sneak his way
backstage with a knife.� Isaac Smith had
been on duty that night, but he disappeared somewhere and that was when the
deranged father attacked.� It was learned
later that the distraught father, this Scott Keene guy, bribed Smith to let him
�meet� the singer.� Smith was found
afterwards in the bathroom as high as a kite and was subsequently fired.� His excuse was, �How was I to know he would
try to kill Mr. Shindou?�

��

�Sir,� came his secretary's voice over the
intercom.� �I called Detective Liharu and
he said he would be able to make it within the next fifteen minutes, but I
could not get hold of Shindou-san.�

��

�Did you call the apartment?� Tohma asked trying to
keep his composure even though his heart had started racing.� Cool and calm.� He had to stay in control; otherwise, he
would be of no use to anyone.

��

�Yes, sir, I did, but there was no answer.� I called his cellphone but only got his
voicemail.�

��

Tohma pursed his lips and sat back in the chair.� He folded his hands under his chin.� His gaze landed on the photos but had to look
away when his stomach started churning when he realized some pervert had been
watching his brother's-in-law's very private moments, capturing them for
some sick psycho who would do who the hell knows what with them.

��

Some of the pictures were innocent, just Shuichi doing
everyday things like walking down the street or shopping.� Others were of Eiri and Shuichi in their
apartment yelling at each other.� Tohma
knew the couple fought.� Everybody knew
that.� But he had no idea that when they
fought, they literally fought.� The
couple was practically at each other throats.�
It amused Tohma to some degree.�
For it was only Shuichi who could get such a rise out of the stoic
writer.� Still other photographs captured
the singer and his boyfriend cuddling on the couch.� They were �awe� moments.� There was one of them kissing innocently as
they were making dinner.� The look in
their eyes and the expression on their faces was worth a thousand words.� Others showed the singer walking about the
apartment in various stages of dress or undress as the case may be.� Others captured the couple in various
positions he would rather have not known about.�
It was like walking in on your parents and realizing that they were
people as well.

��

�Sir?�

��

�Get Eiri on the line for me and have Sakano check the
studio.� Shuichi may have come in and be
in the middle of recording.�� Shuichi may
be have been against this project from the very beginning, but the last thing
he would do was let the rest of them done, especially after promising he would
be part of it, albeit reluctantly.

��

�Yes, Sir.�

��

Tohma glanced at the man sitting in front of him until
the guy squirmed.� �Now, let's start from
the beginning, shall we?�

��

Niwa Kakei slid down in the seat with a groan.

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The man sits in a chair in the corner of the dark
bedroom staring at the sleeping figure on the bed.� He waits patiently for his love to wake,
waits to show him just what love really is between two people.� He would make him understand just how wrong
his relationship to that perverted womanizing writer is.� He was the only one for Shindou-san.� He was the only one able to bestow him
with the miracle of love.� With soft
kisses and a gentle caress of hands, candlelight dinners, romantic moonlit
walks, sweet lovemaking that none other could satisfy, walking hand in hand
down the street, feeding each other ice cream, cuddling on a cold winter's
night.� He would show him.� He wanted to be the one Shindou-san woke up
next to each morning and went to bed with each night.� At the end of each day, Shindou-san would
walk through these doors to a husband that slaved away all day to prepare the
perfect dinner, a man who smiled, laughed, and wanted to know all about his
day.� Yes, Rinjin Yasashii was the ideal
man to spend eternity with.� Not that
damn writer who only pretended to give a damn.�
And when Shuichi finally woke up, he would convince him in whatever
means necessary.

+---+---+

It was the same.�
Today was like a repeat of yesterday.�
Suguru sat at the console staring blankly through the window at Kei, Kai
and Michael as they played an old Bad Luck tune to pass the time.� The three were laughing and joking with not a
care in the world.� On the other hand,
Hiro sat on the couch with his head in his hands, looking dejected.

��

�It's all my fault,� Eiri mumbled.

��

�Yes, it is,� Suguru agreed.

��

Hiro's head shot up.�
He glared at his secret lover with a mixed look.� Part of him hated the younger man for
agreeing and the other was sad because it was true.

��

�But,� Suguru continued, �Shindou-san�ll be here.� If for nothing more than to talk things out
with you.� Yuki-san will see to that.�

��

The red-haired guitarist sighed.� He was not so sure.� It was already nine and if Shuichi were going
to come into work today, he would have an hour and a half ago.� When they were younger, Shuichi made a habit
of skipping work for days at a time and sometimes for no particular
reason.� But Shuichi had grown out of
that habit a long time ago.� No, after
making an ass out of himself yesterday, he could not blame Shuichi if he
skipped work for the next several days or never spoke with him again.

��

Suddenly the door to the studio burst open and
Sakano-san glanced around nervously.� He
was sweating and ringing his hands nervously.

��

�Sakano-san?�
What's wrong?� Hiro asked the prematurely grey-haired man.

��

�Uh, where's Shindou-san?�� Sakano�s eyes darted around the large, plush
studio.

��

Suguru shook his head.�
�Unfortunately, Hiro and he got into it yesterday and he might not be in
for a couple of days.�

��

The producer's eyes widened.� �N-not h-here?�� He looked ready to faint.

��

�Yeah.� If Tohma
wants to speak with him, I'm sure that-�

��

�What's going on?� Kai asked as he stepped out of the
recording booth.

��

�Oh dear.� Oh
dear.� Oh dear.� This isn't good,� Sakano muttered.

��

�Sakano, what's wrong?�� Suguru glanced at the others.� Sakano-san had always been a nervous wreck,
no matter what was going on, but this time, it seemed different.� None of them could explain it.� Maybe it had to do with the underlining fears
they have all had this past month whenever Shuichi would try to tell them about
his creepy neighbor of his.

��

Hiro stood up and walked over to the producer.� �Sakano-san, calm down.� Look, I'm sure Seguchi-san will understand if
we just-�

��

�No!� No!� No!�
You don't understand!� We can't
find Shindou-san!� That's why the boss
sent me down here!�

��

The announcement shocked the room into stunned
silence.� Shuichi was missing?

��

�Shit,� Kai whispered.�
He glanced at his twin and their half-American friend with a knowing
glance.� They were afraid of something
like this.

+---+---+

�Sir, I have your brother-in-law on the phone,� came
the secretary's voice over the intercom interrupting Niwa's self-incrimination.

��

Niwa sighed in relief.�
Now he knew what clothes felt like in the washer.

��

Tohma picked up the phone.� �Eiri, where are you right now?�

��

�On my home, why?�

��

�Is Shuichi with you?�

��

�Shuichi?� No,�
Eiri said in a tone that clearly said, �why the hell would he be?��

�Are you sure?�

�He was getting ready for work when I left.� He should be at the studio.� Why?�

��

Tohma sighed.�
He hated to be the bearer of bad news.

��

Eiri slowed to a stop at a red light.� He suddenly had a bad feeling.� �Tohma?�
What's going on?�

��

�Have you heard from him since you left?�

��

�Why would I?�
Tohma, what's going on?�

��

Before Tohma could answer, there came a knock on his
office door.� He called out for whomever
it was to enter.� The members of Bad Luck
with a hyperventilating Sakano behind them entered.� He held up a hand to hold all questions and
motioned them over.� �Do you remember
that accident yesterday?� The one that held
up traffic for hours?�

��

Eiri blinked.�
�Yeah.�

��

�And do you remember an Isaac Smith?�

��

The new occupants blinked at the question.

The blond writer was just as confused, but he
remembered the guy.� How could he
not?� Isaac Smith was that asshole
British guy who was assigned to be Shuichi's bodyguard whose actions nearly got
Shuichi killed. ��I do.� Why?�
What's-?�

��

�Well, it seems as if he was the one who caused it.�

��

�Okay.�
And?�� The light changed and Eiri
sped through the intersection.

��

�Well, some very graphic photos were found in
his car and when confronted with them by the police, he confessed he was hired
to take them.�

��

Eiri felt a huge weight of dread settle over him.� �What do you mean by �graphic'?� And who are they of?�� Something told him he did not want to know.

��

�Let's just say, that I had no idea you or Shindou-kun
could move or bend like that.�

��

Eiri cursed and swerved as he found a semi suddenly in
his path and almost ended up head first in a car that suddenly braked in front
of him, illegally double-parking.� He
swore again and laid on his horn.� Making
sure the coast was clear, the writer pulled into the opposite lane, rounding
the dumb shit who thought the street was a parking lot and floored it.� �He took photos of us?�

��

�Unfortunately.�

��

�Fuck!� Where
the hell is that bastard?� I want his
head!�

��

�He passed away a few hours ago due to injuries
received because of the accident.�

��

�Hope the bastard fries in hell!�

��

�Eiri-�

��

�Who hired him?� the writer demanded.

��

�Eiri, let the police handle this,� Tohma suggested
calmly.

��

Eiri snorted.� �This
coming from you, Tohma?�� He clucked his
tongue.� �Are we getting soft?�

��

�Please, Eiri.�
This time let the police handle this.�
Rinj-�

��

�Bloody hell,� Eiri cursed, speeding up.� He ignored all traffic laws as all the pieces
suddenly fell into place.� That psychotic
bastard had his Shuichi, his Shu-chan!�
He was the reason his baka had those nightmares almost every
night.� He was the cause of
everything.� �I'm going to kill that
bastard,� he muttered, seething.

��

�Eiri, I know how you feel, but-Eiri?� Eiri?�
Shit,� Tohma cursed.� He slammed
the phone down.

��

Just then, the door opened and in walked Detective
Liharu.� He was an average looking
Japanese man in a non-discreet suit that seemed a little bit rumpled.

��

�I need you to get some men to my brother's-in-law's
apartment building.� Now,� Tohma told the
man standing up.

��

�May I ask why?�

��

�I'll tell you on the way there,� he said striding out
of the office and dragging Niwa with him.

��

The detective exchanged a confused glance with the pop
band before following him out.

��

�Let's just hope to Kami-sama that Shuichi just has his
phone off,� Tohma told himself.� If
anything happened to the lithe singer, none of them would ever forgive
themselves, especially Eiri and Tohma did not want to see his best friend hurt
again, not after the man had finally been able to move on with his life.

---TBC---

Preview: �We Belong
Together�

A/N:� And it starts.� Will they get there in time?� Let�s just hope so.
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