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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
- 11
- 12
- 13
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 finally pushes Shuichi too far
and the singer snaps.� After he cools
down, what will Shuichi�s answer be?

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

Inserts:�
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A/N:�
I decided to give you guys two chapters just for the hell of it. �I hope you enjoy them!

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Chapter 11

�How the bloody
hell could this be such a difficult question?� Eiri bellowed as he stalked back
and forth across the room in an air of intense fury.

Shuichi
cowered farther into the sofa cushions, his trembling body curled into a tight
ball.� Tears streamed continuously down
his cheeks.� His quiet sobs were muffled
further by the shaking hands clasped before his quivering mouth.

Hearing the
one, he loved crying pitifully just sprinkled salt on an open wound.� �Yes or no Shuichi!�

Shuichi
jumped reflexively at the hard tone with a yelp.� He gazed at Eiri through tears that stung his
eyes and blurred his vision.� His
ineptitude at being able to give Eiri an answer sent a tsunami wave of guilt
ripping through him, but more so because of the pain and hurt that he must be
making his beloved feel.� He could not
bear to gaze into those gorgeous eyes and that sexy face that he had fallen in
love with on that night one year ago.

�I can�t
believe you�d even consider returning to that bastard!�� Eiri glowered at the smaller man huddled on
the couch.� �How the hell can you still
feel any shred of loyalty to him?!�

Timidly,
Shuichi made to open his mouth, though he was unsure what he was going to
say.� He had no defense or any excuse for
his inability to come to a decision, but before he could complete the movement,
Eiri beat him to it.

�And don�t
give me that crap about him �being your husband�!�

Shuichi
flinched.� He was not sure if it was in
reaction to Eiri�s violent tone or guilt over having his own words thrown back
at him.

�Because if
that�s your only excuse then you don�t have a fucking leg to stand on!�

Shuichi had
nothing to say to that.� He was not sure
what to say period.� But something about
what Eiri said sent a painful jolt through his heart.

�Do you think
he gave a damn about those promises you made to each other?� Eiri yelled.� His face turned red.� �Do you think he was thinking of you while he
was fucking my brother?� Why do you stay
with a man who obviously doesn�t give a damn about you?�

Shuichi screwed
his eyes shut and pressed his hands over his ears.� No more, he thought crying in earnest.� No more!

But Eiri
was doing well and ignorant of the turmoil Shuichi was going through.� �Why the hell do you think he pulled out of
the tour at the last minute?�� Eiri
indicated the laptop sitting idle on the coffee table.� �Why don�t you take another look if you
forgot?�

Shuichi did
not want to hear anymore.� His head was
spinning and his chest hurt.� �Stop it,�
he sobbed silently.

�Because he
was �sick�?� Eiri mocked, not hearing Shuichi�s plea.

�Stop it,�
Shuichi repeated through his tears.

�He looked
perfectly healthy to me when he had his tongue down my little brother�s
throat!�

Something
in Shuichi snapped.� �I said stop it!�
the singer shouted.

Eiri gaped
at his burgundy haired wonder.� He
blinked stupidly; his angry words choked out of him.� �Shuichi?� he called softly in surprise.

Sobbing
miserably and weeping a torrent of tears, Shuichi slowly unfurled himself from
the couch and carefully got to his feet.�
With dull brown eyes red rimmed and bloodshot from crying and with a
runny nose, Shuichi glared at the doctorate student.� �Here you are bad mouthing Ryu for being the
world�s worst partner LIKE YOU HAVE A BLOODY LEG TO STAND ON,� he cried angrily
throwing Eiri�s words back at him.� He
had the privilege of seeing the other man flinch.� Sniffling, he continued.� �I know better than you what kind of man he
is!� And you�re not any better than him!�

Eiri could
do nothing more than stare at Shuichi in shock, taken aback by his outburst.

�YOU
ABANDONED ME FIRST,� Shuichi yelled his voice thick with tears.

The wannabe
author was at a loss for words, too shocked by the venom in his little lover�s
voice.

�So, I
gotta choose, huh?� Shuichi asked, his voice leveling off.� He snorted at the irony.� �What a choice,� he laughed.

Eiri was
not sure what hurt the most, the words being thrown at him or the realization
that he had hurt Shuichi worse than he could ever have imagined.

�My first
love who dumped me because he was �too afraid� to commit or my current lover
who can�t seem to remember WHERE TO DOCK HIS FUCKING SHIP!�� With tears streaming down a face twisted with
grief and torment, he stood in the middle of the living room, panting under the
effort of juggling his emotions.

Eiri was
flabbergasted.� He was beyond words,
beyond thoughts, beyond anything even remotely rational.� He could only stare dumbfounded at his
hysterical lover.� Was he responsible for
this?� Had he driven Shuichi this
far?� An overcoat of guilt was draped
upon his body as snuggly as his fair skin.�
What had he done?� He took a step
forward and held out his hand towards Shuichi.�
�Shu-�

Shuichi
recoiled violently.

Eiri�s
heart gave a painful lurch.� �Shuichi,�
he whispered, hurt by Shuichi�s denial.

Shaking his
head, Shuichi held out a hand to ward the blond god away.� He took a step back, then another and
another.� With a sob, Shuichi tore into
the bathroom and slammed the door closed behind him.

Eiri watched the bathroom door sadly.� What had he done?

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An Hour Later

He did not
envy Shuichi.� To him it appeared to be a
cut and dry case, but it was not him.� He
was not the one who had to make the choice.�
If he were Shuichi, he honestly had no idea what he would do.� He would like to say he would kick Sakuma�s
two-timing ass to the curb, but truthfully, he could not say with absolute
certainty that this was what he would do.�
You can brag all you want about what you would do in any given
situation, but unless you have been in that situation before or at least in a
similar one, all you really have are speculations and assumptions.� He knew that, but he had not really understood
it until an hour ago when he made a complete ass out of himself.

Eiri
watched the amber liquid hypnotically as it sloshed around in the glass.� The rapid rotation of the alcohol created a
vortex into which was the eye.� Stilling
his hand, he lifted the half glass to his lips and drained it of its
contents.� He grimaced as the alcohol
burned its way down his throat.

He exhaled
heavily through his nose as his head dropped back against the top of the
armchair.�

Eiri swung his
arm out to the side over the side table and set his now empty glass down on the
small, white, square napkin he was using as a costar.� A water ring entrenched the inside of the
napkin.�

Lifting his
hand up, he stared at his fingers wet with condensation.� Rubbing his middle finger and thumb together,
he watched as a droplet of water rolled in spurts down and around his finger to
settle into a pool in the webbing between his fingers.

Hazel eyes
golden like the sun turned to the door on the far side of the room.� In the dimly lit suite, the sliver of light
shinning out from under the closed bathroom door was a beacon of light.� Instead of welcoming Eiri�s presence, though,
it was a deterrent warning him away.� His
heart ached to know that Shuichi had thrown up that barrier between them.

Depressed
and drowning in a sea of guilt, his hand dropped into his lap and the corners
of his lips turned down.� Reluctantly, he
tore his gaze from the bathroom door and stared off into a shadow-hidden corner
blankly, trying not to think of what could happen when the bathroom door
opened.

He had
forced Shuichi into making a decision.�
Shuichi could stay with a man who had proven repeatedly he could not be
trusted, which meant that he would lose Shuichi forever.� Or, Shuichi could walk away from the man who
could not take his vows seriously and give Eiri a second chance.� There was one other choice Shuichi could make
and after what Eiri spewed out earlier, he could not blame the purple haired
pop star if he did walk away.� His heart
lurched painfully at the mere possibility.�
If Shuichi made the decision to return to Japan without him, he would never
be able to forgive himself.� Because he
let his emotions get the better of him, he might just lose the love of his life
forever.� Cursing his own stupidity, Eiri
squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head forward then slammed it back with a
snap of his neck.� The thick cushion kept
him from hurting himself, much to his chagrin.�
He raked his fingernails over the arms of the chair, mentally berating
himself.

With tears
burning his eyes and his throat closed over a sob, Eiri took a deep breath and
let it out slowly as he tried to calm himself down.� He forced himself to relax and collapsed into
the armchair.� Clearing his mind, he
tried not to think of anything.

He was not
sure how long he stayed like that when into the silence broke a small timid
voice.

�Yuki.�

Startled,
Eiri�s eyes snapped open.� He raised his
head and turned towards the sound of the voice.�
Growing wide eyed, Eiri scrambled out of the chair.� �Shuichi,� he whispered.� He watched anxiously with his heart in his
throat as the vocalist stepped barefoot out of the bathroom and into the living
room wrapped in a white terrycloth bathrobe that looked like it was several
sizes too large.� Tan skin
glistened.� Burgundy
hair appeared black, as it lay plastered to the side of Shuichi�s head.�

Those large
dark eyes darted around the room.� They
studied the floor.� They glanced out the
sliding doors and into the night.� They
were anywhere but on Eiri.� Those small
hands with the slender, nimble fingers were clasped together so tightly the
knuckles were white.� Then the next
second he was wringing his hands before holding them still again.

Cautiously,
Eiri gulped and took a step toward his little lover.� �Shuichi,� he called.� Please say something, he pleaded.� His heart was thumping so loudly it was a
wonder Shuichi did not say something.�
His mouth had gone dry.� A fine
trembling shook his entire body.

Finally,
Shuichi stopped fidgeting.� His lithe body
hidden under the large robe grew still.�
His hands fell loosely to his sides, swinging freely and slowly his head
turned towards Eiri.� Obsidian eyes free
of their mask stared across the twilight strung room at Eiri.� Despite the lasting effects of having been
crying for the past hour or so, Shuichi�s eyes gleamed with a renewed
light.� Confidence.�

That was
when Eiri knew.� Shuichi had made his
decision.

�Yuki,� Shuichi stated calmly, his voice barely above a
whisper.� He stared pointedly into Eiri�s
eyes.

Gulping,
Eiri licked dry lips and took a deep trembling breath.� His hands clenched into fists then
relaxed.� They itched to reach out and
pull Shuichi into his arms.� He had to
fight the urge to drop to his knees before the man in a kowtow position and beg
for his forgiveness.� He loved Shuichi,
had from the moment he looked across the packed nightclub and watched him
sauntering across the stage.� And it was
that unexpected feeling that sent Eiri running away in fright.

It
was a cop out to confess to a traumatic event in one�s past that was keeping
you from following where your heart was trying to lead you.� Unfortunately, he was that fool and it cost
him his chance at love.� He just hoped
his big mouth had not cost him this final chance at Shuichi.� He would never be able to forgive himself if
it had, because he knew if he was turned down, if his affections were refused
then that was it.� He would never get
another shot.� Three strikes and you are
out.

As
he waited, unsure what to expect, the silence stretched.� Silence had never bothered Eiri before.� He liked peace and quiet.� Solitude suited him the best.� He preferred staying at home reading a good
book on a Friday night to going out.�
Being forced into going to a party or get together of some sort was the
worst.� He was never one to make small
talk, but Eiri found himself beginning to grow fidgety as the silence continued
to expand around them.� He had never once
felt the need to shatter the silence before now.� He normally felt comforted by it, but not
this time.� Eiri made to open his mouth,
not really sure what he was going to say- if he could force his brain and
larynx to synchronize properly first- but before he could, Shuichi spoke up.

�Let
me say something, okay?� the vocalist asked.

Eiri
started to nod.

�Can
you just�just listen to me for a second?�

�Of
course,� Eiri replied softly.

For
the first time in over an hour, a smile transformed Shuichi�s face.

Cute,
Eiri thought unconsciously, but the smile vanished as Shuichi dropped his
head.� Eiri watched him as a nauseous
feeling in the pit of his stomach stirred to life.� He could not remember feeling this nervous before.� It was the feeling you get on the first day
of school or when you ask that special someone to spend the rest of his or her
life with you.

Shuichi
could not stop Eiri�s angry remarks from echoing through his head.� Unfortunately, Eiri was right.� He did not have �a fucking leg to stand on�,
because as many times as he went over everything in his head that was the only
excuse he had to give.� Eiri had asked
him why he stayed with a man who did not give �a damn about those promises�
they made to each other.

Two
men cannot legally get married in Japan, unfortunately, but they can
have a commitment ceremony and that is what Ryuichi and he had in a private
ceremony last month.� Ryuichi had wanted
to prove that he had no intention of doing anything that would threaten their
relationship or Shuichi�s trust in him again.�
It was those promises they made to each other before the minister, God
and their family and friends that made Shuichi uncertain about what he should
do.� He promised to stay with Ryuichi
until death do they part, forsaking all others and Shuichi took his vows very
seriously, even if his partner did not and it was that realization that made
what Eiri said to him earlier that much harder to listen to.� What had upset Shuichi the most about Eiri�s
rant earlier was the hard reality that everything he spewed out in his angry
tirade was the absolute truth.�
Everything.

Shuichi
could not help but question himself.� Was
something wrong with him?� Was he in some
way responsible for Ryuichi�s wandering eye?�
Had he not been a good enough boyfriend and husband?� Was he unable to completely satisfy Ryuichi
in bed?� People had always told him that
he tended to talk too much.� Had his
blathering gotten on Ryuichi�s nerves?�
Had he done something to drive Ryuichi into the arms of Eiri�s younger
brother?� Was it his fault that Ryuichi
had been unfaithful?

Eiri
watched the flicker of emotion flash across Shuichi�s face.� He wished he could see into the boy�s
head.� He frowned as he watched Shuichi�s
face twist into an ugly mask of grief, misery and guilt.� His heart ached to see that solemn expression
on his face.� The urge to wipe that
unbecoming expression off Shuichi�s face lured Eiri around the coffee table and
across the expanse that separated them.�
He stopped before Shuichi and gazed down into eyes clouded over.� Emotion swirled like a gathering storm in
them.�

Reaching
out, Eiri tapped Shuichi under the chin.�
�Hey, hey,� Eiri called softly, trying to gain the boys attention.� �What�s going on in that empty head of yours,
huh?� he asked in a light tone.

�Nothing,� Shuichi replied automatically with no thought.

Eiri cocked an eyebrow.�
�Got that right,� he snorted in amusement.

�Huh?�� With a blink, Shuichi lifted his head and
gazed at the author in confusion.�
�What?�

Chuckling,
Eiri shook his head.

He
had missed something.� He knew he
had.� He just was not sure what.� Shuichi�s brows drew together.

Seeing
Shuichi unable to fathom what had apparently gone right over his burgundy head,
Eiri cinched Shuichi�s chin, still chuckling.�
Stooping, he pressed his lips against the boy�s forehead.� When he pulled back, he met Shuichi�s
wide-eyed startled expression.� Pleased
with the result his actions had yielded, he let go of Shuichi�s chin.� He gently brushed his knuckles up Shuichi�s
cheek.� Instantly, the startled
expression softened.�

Shuichi
closed his eyes and savored the delicious shiver that raced through his
body.� He drew in a trembling breath and
let out a deep, contented sigh.� �Yuki,�
he breathed.

�Shuichi,�
Eiri responded.

A
hot blush colored Shuichi�s cheeks.�
Feeling strangely shy all of a sudden, he peered out from half laden
eyes at Eiri.� Biting back an embarrassed
grin, he dropped his head to hide the involuntary response Eiri seemed to be
able to elicit from him.

Eiri
chuckled.� He is so cute, he thought
again as he moved to cup Shuichi�s cheek.

Shuichi
rubbed his head against the cool touch of Eiri�s hand.

�So,�
Eiri drawled, brushing his thumb in lazy circles under Shuichi�s eye.

He
did not even have to ask.� Heaving a sigh,
Shuichi reached up with his left hand and grasped Eiri�s hand.

Eiri�s
eyes flickered quickly to the hand now holding his.�

Shuichi
searched those hazel eyes clouded over in confusion and fright and smiled.

Returning
the smile uncertainly, Eiri fingered a damp lock behind the singer�s ear with
his free hand.

Gently,
Shuichi peeled Eiri�s hand from his face.�
He held the older man�s hands firmly.�
Lowering his head, he stared at the floor beneath his bare feet.

Here
it comes, Eiri thought feeling nauseous all of a sudden.

Shuichi
once again tried to gather his thoughts.�
He hoped Eiri did not hate him after he told him what he had to tell
him.� �Yuki?�

Gulping,
Eiri lightly squeezed Shuichi�s hand clasped within his.

�I
love you so much,� Shuichi confessed.

A
tender half smile crossed Eiri�s face.�
He was not sure whether to rejoice at the admission or fear for the
worst.

Shuichi
lifted his head and stared fixedly into those depthless orbs he had fallen in
love with on that night one year ago. ��And�I want�to be with you.�� He turned red after the words left his mouth.

The
half smile grew into a shit-eating grin.�
With his free hand, Eiri reached out for the singer.� He thought of poor Sakuma who would be
landing at Lester
B. Pearson
International Airport
anytime now, if he had not already.� Told
you I would make him mine, he thought smugly.�
But that self-satisfaction was short lived when Shuichi shied away from
his hand.� His heart lurched
painfully.� �Shuichi?� Eiri called.� Shuichi�s rejection ripped through his
heart.� �Wh-?�

Shuichi
shook his head.

Eiri�s heart
dropped into his stomach�

---TBC---

Preview: Is Shuichi really choosing Ryuichi
over Eiri?� Or does he have a sinister
plan?
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