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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: It�s a race!�
Will Eiri get to Shuichi in time?

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

Insert:� ---

A/N: Like some
of my other stuff, this was out previously.�
I would like to thank trabeck,
Beahmont, Undead Gothic
Princess, dela1, ghanima, catbaker, kessaris, Captin of Sirius, UnratedCrimsonBlood,
DarkMetalAngel of Destruction,
Acherona for their reviews.

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

(Last Time)

A shiver
raced down Shuichi's spine.� �You wish.�

�No, I
know.�� Yasashii slowly started making his
way across the room.� This was his
territory and unlike his soon to be lover, he knew his way around his
bedroom.� He knew where everything was,
even in the dark.

��

Shuichi had
fanatic fans before, people who could not tell reality from fantasy, but they
were nothing like this guy.� Yasashii
took the cake.� �You're crazy.�

��

�I'm doing
all this for us, Shu-han, for our future!� Yasashii pleaded.

��

�We don't
have a future!�� Shuichi froze as the
texture of the wall changed.� His heart
beating in excitement, he frisked the wall and found a perfectly straight crack
between the wall and the raised, smoother textured surface.� He realized he found the door.� His pulse sped.� Blindly, he searched for the door
handle.� When his abdomen rammed into a
round object sticking out of the door, he knew he found it.� Tears of joy ran down his face.� �We could have been friends, Yasashii,� he
told the man truthfully.� �Everyone
thought you were a nice guy and would not hurt a fly!�

��

�I am and I
wouldn't!�

��

�Ha!�� Sniffing, Shuichi turned the doorknob and to
his relief, it opened.

��

Yasashii
froze, terror overcoming him.� �What're
you doing, Shu-han?�

��

�Leaving!��

He flung open the door and ran blindly out of the
room.

+---+---+

Chapter
13: Almost Made It

Panic as he never felt before raced through Eiri.� He ran every light and stop sign, went over
the posted speed limit and weaved in and out of traffic as if he was playing
one of Shuichi's racing games.� He
stopped for no one, not old ladies, not mother's with baby carriages and
emergency vehicles had to give him the right of way.� Nothing was going to stop him from getting to
Shuichi in time.� Nothing.

��

Eiri jerked the wheel hard to the left and flew into
the parking lot surrounding his apartment complex. �Dirt and gravel pinged the car.� He drove right up to the front door and
jumped out of the car, leaving the engine running and the car door wide open.� Nothing was more important at this moment
than his baka, not even his precious Mercedes.

��

Too impatient to wait for the elevator, the blond
romance writer flew like a cheetah up the seemingly never-ending
staircase.� He burst through the steel
door clutching his side and panting heavily.�
His heart was thundering in his chest.�
He promised himself that if they got out of this alive, he would join
Shuichi in the gym.

��

Pausing to catch his breath, Eiri sped down the hall
and skidded around the corner.� His
stride slowed as he saw something in the middle of the hallway.� He squinted in the dim lighting trying to
make out what the objects were.� A sudden
thought froze the blood in his veins.

Cursing, panic and fear surging anew through him, Eiri
raced down the hall with a renewed bout of energy.� As he drew closer, an outpouring of relief
flooded through him.� Eiri collapsed to
his knees and said a silent prayer of thanks.

��

Reaching out, he picked up the cowboy hat.� He knew without any doubt that it was
Shuichi's.� The baka made such a
fuss over the stupid thing when Ryuichi bought it for him.� He had worn it consecutively for the next two
weeks, until Eiri threatened to banish him to the couch if he did not take it
off.� Setting the hat down, he reached
for the black bag.� It also belonged to
Shuichi.� He glanced up and down the
hallway but saw no sign of a fight or disturbance of any kind.� Neither did he see Jacob or Koji.

��

A door down the hall opened and a shaft of light fell
into the hall.� Eiri watched as an
elderly woman with a shock of white hair and a face with more wrinkles than a
bulldog stepped out into the hall.� He
recognized her at once as Morisaki Uiko.�
She was the one who called the police whenever she heard the tiniest
noise and since Shuichi moved in, that meant she called several times a
day.� It had gotten to the point where
the police did not even bother to show up anymore.� They have more important things to worry
about than the fact that an old woman could hear every little whisper through
the walls.

��

�Uesugi-san,� she scolded.� �I would ask you to tell your roommate to-�

��

Eiri raised an eyebrow at the �roommate� bit.� At nearly one hundred, Morisaki-sama could
not seem to fathom the idea of two men sharing the kind of happiness and love
her and her husband of eighty years had.�
It was beyond her comprehension.

��

�-please keep it down.�
He's been screaming and making such a racket!�

��

Screaming?� Oh,
God, that did not sound good at all.�
What was that asshole doing to his husband?� The writer dropped the black bag and jumped
to his feet, his heart beating rapidly.�
�Where are they?� he demanded angrily.

��

Morisaki-sama blinked at the younger man's tone.� �Why, in Rinjin-san-�

��

Eiri did not wait for her to finish her sentence.� He spun around and raced to Rinjin's
apartment.� He rattled the doorknob, but
unfortunately found it locked.� He
slammed his body into the door, putting all his body weight and might into
it.� �Shuichi!� he cried.

��

Morisaki Uiko's eyes widened in fright.� She gasped and covering her mouth with her
hand, fled into the apartment, shutting and locking the door behind her.

��

�Eiri!� came muffled replay.

��

The writer growled and slammed himself into the
door.� He had to get in there.� He had to save his baka.� He had to get back what was his.� �Shuichi!�
Shu-chan!�

+---+---+

Shuichi hissed and turned his head away, shielding his
sensitive eyes from the harsh burst of light.

��

�Shu!� Shu-han,
please!� Yasashii pleaded.� �Just give me
a chance!�

The man not worthy of an answer, Shuichi raced out of
the room and down the hall towards the staircase.� His gaze swept over the railing that
separated the occupants from a two-story plummet and caught sight of the two
prone figures lying sprawled out in the middle of the living room.� Shuichi gasped and slowed to a halt at the
head of the staircase.� His chest
tightened and his eyes filled with tears.�
He hoped they were all right.� If
Yasashii had indeed killed them, he would never be able to forgive himself.

��

A noise behind him drew his attention from the
bodyguards.� Through his tear-blurred
vision, he watched Yasashii walk confidently into the hall with a smug smile on
his face.� �Bastard,� Shuichi hissed with
tears streaming down his face.

��

The smile vanished and his face contorted in an ugly
mask of anger and hate.� �How can you be so
ungrateful,� he snapped with vehemence.�
�All this is for us,� he whispered softly, walking slowly towards
him.� �Our love!� Our future!�

��

�I told you there is no us!� Shuichi screamed.

��

�And I said there will be,� Yasashii reminded the
singer in a calm voice.

��

�Fuck you!�

��

Sudden pounding from below drew his attention.� �Shuichi,� came the familiar voice, muffled
though the door.

��

Shuichi's heart surged in joy and relief, but before
he could even open his mouth, he saw a blur of color out of the corner of his
eye and the next thing he knew he was on the floor with Yasashii straddling
him, his hands trapped in a viselike grip above his head.� It all happened so fast, he just could not
comprehend what happened.� His vivid
purple eyes clouded over in confusion; Shuichi stared up into the eyes of a
deranged madman.� The look in Yasashii's
eyes was nothing like what Shuichi was used to.�
What he saw in that second, made his heart stop.� This guy had seriously lost it.� This was more than just a simple
over-infatuation.� This man had
completely lost all sense of reality.�
People like him scared Shuichi.�
�E-Eiri,� he breathed.� Fright
stilled his heart and stole his words, freezing him to the floor.� His terror caused him to start shaking.

��

�Shuichi,� came the shout as a loud crash echoed
through the apartment.� �Shu-chan!�

��

Shuichi's head snapped towards the sound.� �Eiri,� he shouted back.� He was here!�
Eiri was here!� Just knowing that
his husband was here gave Shuichi much needed courage.� He felt his fear recede.� He struggled against his captor's tight hold
on him as the loud banging and crashing continued, but Yasashii was stronger
than his geeky, wimpy build gave him credit for.� Trying to get away from this guy was like
trying to push a building off its foundation with your bare hands.� Shuichi screamed and kicked his legs out of
frustration.

��

A loud splintering sound echoed through the
apartment.� The front door started to
buckle and crack under the constant beating it was receiving.

��

�It's no use, Shu-han,� Yasashii whispered in his ear,
ignoring the threat from below.� �I told
you, I'd make you mine no matter what.�

��

Panic raced through the singer.� �Eiri!�
Eiri!� Please!� he sobbed.

��

�Shuichi!�

��

�Eiri!� Shuichi screamed.� Even he could tell how hysterical he was
becoming.

Yasashii found himself getting hard by his love's
attempts to escape.� Licking his lips in
anticipation, he bent over, his face hovering centimeters from Shuichi's.� �Our first kiss, Shu,� he whispered.

��

�Don't do this,� Shuichi begged with tears coursing
down his cheeks.� He tried turning his
head from the inevitable, but long, skeletal-like claws clamped around his
chin, holding him firmly in place.

��

�I love you, Shu-han,� Yasashii whispered right before
their lips touched.

��

Shuichi froze, unable to form one coherent
thought.� He stared at the man above him
with wide, shock filled eyes.� His
thoughts chased one another like a dog chasing its tail.

What was he supposed to do?� He did not know!� Oh, God, Eiri, help me, he thought.

Then a thought started to form.

Forcing himself to relax, he opened his mouth
willingly, allowing the man's tongue to slip in and sweep the dark, dank
cavern.� The singer suppressed a shudder
at how disgusting it felt to have this guy inside of him.� He had to fight the urge to vomit, but it
worked.

Thinking he finally won Shuichi over, Yasashii's hold
loosened.� Shuichi silently
rejoiced.� He yanked his hands out of his
captor's grip and slammed them into the sides of Yasashii's head.� The man screamed out in pain and sat up
clutching his head.� Fisting his hands,
Shuichi punched the unsuspecting man in the face, hearing a sickening crunch of
bone.� The first one sent Yasashii's head
back with a snap and a gasp.� Spittle
flew from the man's mouth and specks of blood arched from his nose.� The second fist slammed into Yasashii�s jaw,
sending him keeling over backwards.�
Shuichi staggered to his feet, shaking and stood over his would-be
rapist as he moaned and writhed on the floor, gripping his head.

+---+---+

Eiri rubbed his sore shoulder.� He knew this could be done.� He had seen an episode of the American show
�Myth Busters� where the bigger guy- what was his name, Jaime? - had beaten
down a door with just his body weight.�
So Eiri knew it could be done.�
Since he was not as big as the man on the show was, it would take him
twice as long to break through the door, but it could be done.� He started towards the door once again.� Just one or two more times and the door would
be history, but the sudden screaming from inside stopped Eiri's blood
cold.� He stumbled to a halt.� His heart was racing.� Eiri cursed and backed up.� Taking a deep breath, the writer charged the
door with a primitive cry.� He bounced
off the door as he heard it crack and shatter open.

Finally.

��

He pushed the door aside and stumbled inside the
apartment, tripping over something that was lying right inside the door.� Regaining his balance, he stared over his
shoulder at the limp bodies and cursed.

��

�E-Eiri,� came the cry from above him.

��

The writer glanced up, saw his baka alive and well at the head of the staircase.� At his feet was their neighbor, clutching his
face and crying.� He blinked.� �Shu, wh-what did you do to him?�

��

Shuichi smiled proudly.� �Decked him.�

��

Eiri snorted, but felt a surge of pride.� �I can see that baka.�

�Well,� the singer said, fisting his hands on his
hips, �that's what he gets for trying to take what I reserve for you alone.�

��

�What?�� Eiri
did not like that one little bit.� He
started towards the staircase.� �Shuichi,
what-?�� He cut himself off when he
noticed the bastard who took his Shuichi stagger to his feet.� With his wide eyes, he watched as this man,
who had blood covering the lower half of his face and an insane gleam in his
eyes, glared at the back of Shuichi's head.

��

Shuichi heart beat in reaction to the sudden panicked
look in his husband in confusion.�
�Eiri?� he called out cautiously.�
�What's-?�

��

�Duck,� Eiri shouted in panic.

��

Without bothering to question the older man, Shuichi
did what he was told and dropped.� His
eyes widened as he felt the swoosh of air passing right above his head.� He staggered backwards and stood back up as
Yasashii lurched past him, trying to regain his balance.� The man growled, spun around and charged
Shuichi.� The singer stood his
ground.� Bending over, he rammed his head
into Yasashii's gut and grabbed hold of his belt.� He heard the man grunt as his breath was
forced out of him.� With a cry, Shuichi
pushed them down the hall, unaware of where they were heading.

��

Eiri stood at the foot of the stairs, feeling more
proud of his Shu-chan than he ever has before.�
Shuichi may look like a weakling, but he could kick some major ass in a
one-on-one fight.� His eyes widened in
sudden realization.� �Shit in hell,� he
whispered in panic.� �Shuichi!� Stop!��
Eiri raced up the stairs, taking them two at a time.� He had to get to him!

��

Hearing the panic in his husband's voice, Shuichi
tried to slow down, but was unable to.�
He felt the jarring impact as Yasashii crashed into the railing.� The collision sent shockwaves through
Shuichi's body.� Seconds later, the
horrifying sound of splintering wood echoed through the apartment and this
time, Shuichi knew it was not the sound of the door being busted open.� He stared at the man he was strapped around
with wide, terrified eyes.

��

Eiri reached the landing just as the railing
gave.� For a few precious seconds, the
two men teetered at the edge.� �Shuichi!�
he cried, rushing forward.� Time seemed
to slow down at that moment.� It seemed
like Eiri had all the time in the world to get to his husband�s side, but knew
in reality that he had no time at all.�
�Shuichi!�� He reached out for
him, as he rushed forward.

��

Shuichi glanced over his shoulder at him, his eyes
wide in fright, and a look of foreboding on his face.� His eyes widened as gravity reached out with
mighty claws and snatched them.� With a
blood-curling scream, his husband vanished from view as everything around him
rushed passed him towards the ceiling.�
He closed his eyes tight against the sight quickening up to him at the
speed of light.

��

�Shuichi!� Eiri cried hysterically as he ran to the
edge of the landing. �Shuichi!�

+---+---+

They were greeted by a heart-stopping scream when the
elevator doors opened.� Glancing at one
another, the group raced down the hall passed the Uesugi-Shindou residence
towards the apartment next door.

��

The first thing they noticed was the door that was hanging
crookedly by one hinge.� A large hunk of
the doorframe was missing where the doorknob should have been.� The cheap chain lock had a chunk of the
doorframe swinging from it.� The second
thing they saw were the two unmoving figures.�
Even with their faces hidden from view, the group knew immediately that
the still figures were those of Shuichi's bodyguards.� Whether they were alive or dead and what
happened was unknown and placed on the back burner as they heard a stampede of
feet and a muttering of incoherent ramblings.�
In unison, the group watched as a tall, blond haired man raced down the
staircase and towards the back of the apartment, where two more prone figures
lay.

��

�Shuichi,� the Shiro twins Kei and Kai whispered.

��

�Oh my God,� Michael cried, covering his mouth with
his hand as tears sprang into his eyes.

��

Hiro stood dumbfounded as he watched Uesugi �Yuki�
Eiri cradle the unmoving, limp body of Shindou Shuichi in his arms and crying
uncontrollably.� He had never seen this
coldhearted, emotionless man anything other than angry or cool.� Though Shuichi told them that Eiri could be
sweet and nice and kind, Hiro had never seen it for himself before.

��

Sakano cried out and swooned.

��

Niwa stood behind them, shaking.� This was all his fault. �If had come forward sooner, none of this would
have happened!

��

Tohma strode towards his brother-in-law, his outward
appearance the epitome of calm, but inside he was anything but.� �Eiri,� he called softly.

��

�Help him, Tohma,� Eiri cried.� �Help him!�

��

�We will,� Tohma told the younger man softy as he
knelt behind the writer.� �They're on
their way.� We called them on the way
here.�� He hugged his old friend from
behind, laying his head against his blond locks.� �Everything'll be all right.�

��

Eiri hugged his baka tightly to him, crying
chaotically into his black locks.� His
hand ran down Shuichi's back to his buttocks, so he could hold the tiny man
closer, but felt something slimy and squishy at the crotch of the lithe singer's
jeans.� Pulling back, he glanced down and
gasped, his eyes widening in shock.�
There was a large, widening stain bleeding out onto Shuichi's
jeans.� His heart jumped sharply.� �Shit,� he cursed.� He hugged Shuichi to him, tears falling
freshly down his face.� �Shuichi!� Hold on!�
Shuichi!�

��

In the distance, the sound of approaching sirens grew
louder.

��

Tohma had never felt so
helpless before in his entire life.

---TBC---

Preview: �The
Diagnosis�

A/N:� Holy�!�
I bet you didn�t see that coming.�
Are the guards dead?� Is Yasashii?� What happened to Shuichi?� Is he going to be alright?� And what about the guards?� Too much suspense!� What did you think?

And on a
much lighter note, Happy Thanksgiving people!
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