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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 full extent from Shuichi�s fall comes into view.

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

Insert:� References to Chapter 13

A/N: Like some
of my other stuff, this was out previously. �Thank you to catbaker, Undead Gothic princess, fahaar, Acherona,
DreamShoppe for your reviews.� Thank you for being so patient, but I
recently got a job babysitting several times a week, so I have even less time
to get to the library and work on my stories.�
Sorry.� Anyway, enjoy!

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

(Last Time)

�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.

+---+---+

Chapter 14: The Diagnosis

(Shinogu Central High School)

Riku peered up from the textbook he was
supposed to be reading when a light rapping sounded on the classroom door.� �Supposed to be� being the keywords, but in
reality he had not been able to get passed the title of the chapter.� History was not his forte.� In fact, school was not his forte.� He found it be a pointless and useless
art.� His favorite class was the creative
writing and modern literature classes he was taking.�

�Come in,� Motoko-san, his world history
teacher, announced.

A student- a first year by the looks of
her, but then again looks could be deceiving- strode into the room and handed a
note to Motoko-san before exiting.

�Kitazawa-san,� Motoko-san said after
reading over the note.� �It seems you�re
wanted in the office,� she informed him.�
�Grab your things.�

Confused and curious, Riku shut his
textbook and shoved it into his book bag.�
Pushing his chair back, he stood up and slung his bag over his
shoulder.� His classmates were watching
him in open curiosity as he made his way up the aisle to the front of the
classroom.� A light murmuring pulsated
around him as he took the hall pass and made his way out of the classroom and
through the deserted halls to the main office.

�Riku.�

His head snapped around at the familiar
voice.� �Uncle Tohma,� he cried out in
surprise.

Tohma stood up and walked towards his
young nephew. ��I�m afraid there�s been
an accident.�

�What?�

�It�s Shuichi.�

Riku felt as if he�d been socked in the
stomach.� �Oh, God.�

+---+---+

(Keio University
Hospital � Couple of
Hours Later)

Two dark suited men stood guard in front
of an isolated room
in the ICU
ward where the
comatose lead singer of Bad Luck lie, an IV
drip secured in his hand and a breathing tube
hooked to his nose.� A heart monitor's rhythmic
beeping was the only sound in the eerily silent room. �Nearly his entire body
was encased in white bandages, making him look
eerily like a mummy.

+---+---+

Eiri sat in the farthest corner of the
waiting room, a miserable mess.� A vat of guilt hung over him
like a dark cloud.

How had this happened?� Why had it happened?� Why had they been cursed to constantly meet
such dire fates?� NG Productions� number
one band was aptly named.� For it seemed
bad luck followed Shuichi around like a faithful puppy.� But why?�
Why was this happening?� It made
no sense.� Shuichi had done nothing to
deserve this.� Nothing.� Was it punishment for deeds done in a past
life?� That had to be it.� What else was there?� Even if that was the case, why?� Why strike down the saint for crimes
committed by the devil?� It made
absolutely no sense.� None whatsoever.� No amount of reasoning would make him think
otherwise.

��

He looked up when he heard the sharp
click-clack of heels and watched Mika stride confidently into the waiting room.� Her hair was pulled
back neatly and her crisp business suit hugged her curves nicely. �She sat down besides
him and crossed her legs. �She turned towards him and started talking, but Eiri heard
none of it. �It was all a jumbled mass
of words. �Back in the hallway, just out of earshot, was Tohma who was speaking
with two plainclothes detectives.� Eiri
knew they would want to talk to him, but he was not in any mood to rehash what
happened.� All he wanted to do was forget
those horrific events and focus on Shuichi.�

��

Tears pricked his eyes.� He pursed his lips together to keep a
threatening sob from getting loose.�
Leaning his head back against the wall, he took deep, even breaths in through his nose
and exhaled out through
his mouth, trying to loosen the tight restrictiveness in his
chest and the constrictiveness of his throat. �He opened his eyes
wide and stared at the white drop down ceiling, blinking rapidly to keep the
tears from escaping their prison cell.�
And he prayed.� Eiri was not sure when the last time he prayed was, but he
asked, demanded, pleaded, and offered to make a deal with whoever was listening as long as
Shuichi made it out
of this alive.� He was willing to do anything to have his husband back safe
and sound.

He tightened his hold on his son who had
cried himself to sleep once he heard what happened to his �mama� and absently
stroked the boy�s hair with his other hand.

�Tatsuha's on his way along
with Ryuichi,� Mika was saying to him. ��Apparently they
left as soon as Tohma called.�

��

Eiri nodded.� Both Tatsuha and Ryuichi were very close to
Shuichi, especially Ryuichi.� The two of
them were like brothers.� The idiotic
singer was not going to take the news very well, but then again none of them
were taking it very well.

�Father's staying at
the temple.� He has a wedding to perform tonight and then a funeral tomorrow,
but he said he'd
pray for Shindou.�

��

Eiri let his head lull to the side, where
he stared blankly at the wall above the television that stared back at him with
equally blank eyes.� He had had a feeling
his father would not come.� The man was
not exactly in favor of his relationship with Shuichi, though he has come to
accept it only because he had no other choice, but knowing that his father
would be praying for Shuichi, somehow made Eiri feel a little better.

He turned and looked at Shuichi's parents
sitting on the far side of the waiting room.�
It was obvious by the strained look on his face that Shuichi�s father
was trying to curtail his own grief in favor of
comforting his wife,
who was wailing hysterically into his shoulder.� It
was not hard to tell she and Shuichi were related.� Their daughter,
Maiko, and her husband were flying into Narita tonight from Hokkaido with their one-year-old daughter.

��

He wondered what these people would think
if he were to tell them about the commitment ceremony Shuichi and he held in
their living room this morning.� It may
not be a
legal marriage
in the eyes of the law, but for the two of them they were as married as two people could be.

Eiri's eyes slid to the various members of
Bad Luck who
were huddled together.� They looked almost
like a pile of puppies.� Sakano was so distraught
he had been sedated and was now resting on a bed in the recovery/observation (whatever
that large open area off the ER was called) area in the emergency room.� Hiro appeared to be the most
upset. �He and Shuichi have been friends for practically ever.� Eiri knew that the guitar player felt
the heavy burden of guilt weighing him down just
as he did.� If Shuichi did not make it
out of this in one piece, Hiro would most
likely never forgive himself.� The writer knew
exactly how he felt.

��

Hiro shook his head, and then dropped his face into his hands.� His shoulders shook softly.� Sitting and looking equally distraught
besides him was Suguru.� The former
keyboardist and current manager cradled the guitarist�s head in his lap as Hiro
cried silent tears.� Suguru
stroked Hiro�s long reddish-brown as he whispered
softly to him.� Hiro's wife, Ayaka, was nine months pregnant and due any
day now, so Hiro thought it best if she stayed home, though it might have been
better if she had come to the hospital because it would be convenient if she
were to suddenly go into labor.� She
would already be at the hospital.� But
maybe on the other hand it was better that she was not here to witness her
husband being comforted like this.

��

Then there was Noriko and her family. �Unfortunately, they
left this morning for Hong Kong
for a family vacation and left no contact number.� So, Tohma was
forced to leave a message on their answering machine.

�Niwa-san was taken into custody,� Mika was saying to him.

��

Eiri blinked.� He had forgotten she was speaking to him.

��

�No surprise.� He squealed like a pig. �Apparently, he was the one
who stole Tohma's cellphone.�

��

Eiri scowled.� That was something Eiri would never forgive
his brother-in-law for. �When Tohma lost his
cellphone, he should have had it disconnected, or had the service terminated
or something, then maybe the guards would have been there to protect their
charge instead of being lured away.

As hard as he tried, Eiri just could not stop the tears that tickled down his cheeks.
�He
brushed them away impatiently before anyone noticed them. �Please, he silently
prayed. �Let
him be all right. �A picture of Shuichi flashed through his mind, his lithe
body mangled, his limbs splayed at odd, unnatural angles.� He shook those images away violently.� He had to keep his mind busy.

��

�Did you find out anything about Shuichi's
guards?� he asked his sister, cutting her off mid-sentence.

��

Mika blinked, momentarily confused.� �I asked the two police officers and they
said they spoke to the coroner and from his preliminary reports; it appears as if
they had been dead for several hours by the time the emergency personnel
arrived.� The cause of death for now is a
single gunshot to the heart, but we'll have to wait until he does the autopsy.�

��

Eiri sighed heavily.� Damn, he thought.

��

�Also,� Mika continued, �Rinjin-san
appears to have snapped
his neck in the fall.� They said he died
instantly.�

��

A low growl escaped Eiri. �Mika glanced at her brother in sympathy.

��

That bastard, after everything he did, had
the nerve to die.� That asshole, who was
the cause of this whole fiasco, had the nerve to escape justice.� Bullshit.�
Eiri hoped that he suffered in the next life for his crimes.

+---+---+

Eiri glanced up quickly when he heard someone enter the waiting
room.� Immediately, he recognized Shuichi's
physician. �Lifting a sleeping Riku out of his lap, he stood up and
gently laid the boy across the seats. ��Dr. Ohtani,� he
greeted, stepping forward as the others gathered around him.

The middle-aged gentlemen nodded at
him.� �Uesugi-san.� I'm sorry we have to meet again under these
circumstances.�

Eiri inclined his head in agreement.

Mrs. Shindou, clutching her husband's arms
tightly, stepped forward.� She was pale
and trembling.� �Doctor, how's my son?�

Dr. Ohtani glanced at the gathered group who
were eagerly awaiting something, anything about their loved one.� �Shuichi's
in a coma.�

Gasps
and stunned silence met this stunning revelation.� Suddenly feeling
faint, Eiri grew pale.� The room narrowed down to nothing.

��

Across the room, Shuichi's mother cried
out.�
More gasps and whispers echoed as Mrs.
Shindou's eyes rolled back and her feet collapsed under her.� Mr. Shindou cried
in alarm and rushed to her side.� He laid her out on
the floor.� Dr. Ohtani rushed forward and
called over his shoulder for assistance.� The doctor checked
Mrs. Shindou�s pulse and then shined a penlight into her eyes to check her
pupil's.� An orderly flew into the room
pushing a gurney.

�She'll be alright.� She just fainted,� Dr. Ohtani said.� He stood back up.� He helped the orderly
lift the woman place her on the wheeled bed.� �We'll wheel her
into the recovery room and give her a full physical just to be sure.�

�Thank you,� Mr. Shindou bowed as he
followed the white
clad orderly out of the waiting room.

Everybody watched the couple with pity and
sadness. �They knew exactly
how Shindou-san felt.� But they had a feeling that it was only going to get worse.

Dr. Ohtani sighed. ��Unfortunately, that was the good news.�

��

Eiri snapped his head around towards the
older man.

��

�Aside from being in a coma, Shuichi also has suffered a mild concussion.�

Eiri had to admit he was not the least bit surprised.� Shuichi hit his head hard
when he fell.

�It could have been worse,� Dr. Ohtani
confessed.� �From what I've been told, it
seems when he fell, Shindou-san landed on Rinjin-san, which actually cushioned
his fall somewhat, which is why he is still alive, but he also used Rinjin-san
as a trampoline of
sorts.� Shindou-san bounced off him and hit the floor, hitting his
head, which is what caused the concussion.�

��

Eiri forced back the images that pushed their way into
the forefront of his mind.� The last
thing he wanted was to remember those agonizing seconds when he thought his
whole world had collapsed.

��

�We did a CAT scan,� Dr. Ohtani was
saying, �and no blood clots or anything showed up. �There should not be any lingering affects from the
concussion, but we won't be absolutely sure until he wakes up.�

Please
let my baka
be all right, Eiri prayed for the hundredth time that
night.

�Do you know when that might be?� Officer
Maki asked from
behind the doctor.

Dr. Ohtani shook his head.� �Unfortunately, little is known about comas. �Some people wake up after a few days and others never wake up.�

An uncomfortable silence settled over the group.

Eiri swallowed over a sudden lump in his
throat and squeezed his eyes shut against sudden tears.� Shuichi was strong and stubborn.� He would wake up.�
One of the things he hated above all else was
disappointing Eiri.� He also hated it when Eiri was mad at him.� Shuichi would wake
up, if for nothing else, to apologize.�
Then there was Riku.� Eiri glanced
over his should at their son who was still sleeping peacefully stretched out on
the chairs.� Riku never knew his
biological father, Kitazawa Yuki, and his biological mother passed away was the
boy was five years old.� The last thing
Riku needed was to lose another one of his parents.

�Shindou-san broke both of his legs and arms, as well as
several ribs, but they should heal without incident.�

��

Eiri
could picture Shuichi
wrapped around Rinjin's waist when the railing broke.� Unfortunately, the
singer's limbs had
been trapped behind Yasashii�s back as they plummeted two-stories to the floor.

Sighs of relief echoed through the room.

�But��

Everyone tensed.

�We took some x-rays and it appears as if
there�s a build up of fluid along his spinal cord.�

Eiri paled.

�What does that mean?� someone asked.

Dr. Ohtani shook his head sadly.� �At this point we really can�t say.� We'll have to wait for Shindou-san to wake up to fully ascertain
the extent the damage the fall may have caused, but at this point, it looks as
if he might suffer from what is known as �spinal shock�.� Now what that means is that the spinal cord
stops doing its job for a period of time after an injury.�

��You��
Eiri felt sick.� �You mean, Shu��

�Like I said, we cannot determine the full
extent as to the damage he may or may not have suffered until he awakens from
his coma.� And only then will we be able
to tell if this spinal shock resulted in a complete or incomplete injury.�

�What is the difference?� someone asked.� Probably Tohma, but Eiri was not sure.

�Well, incomplete is what we are striving
for.� This means that the feelings and
movement may come back.�

There were sighs and whispers of relief.

�But if it should be complete�� Dr Ohtani left the rest unsaid.

Shocked cries and gasps followed this
admission.

Eiri felt faint.� This could not be happening!� His baka might
not be able to walk?� That seemed too
cruel a fate for the hyperactive singer.�
Shuichi thrived on being free to ran, jump and
prance around on stage. �He was always running around the house, sliding across the
floor as if it was an ice rink, jumping on him, dragging him out for walks and
dates. �Shuichi
always acted as if he had ants in his pants.� He could not sit
still if his life depended on it.�
Truth be told, Eiri loved that about him.� With the lower half
of his body useless, it was better if Shuichi had been killed in that fall.� But now�

�If it is complete, there might be the
possibility of surgery, depending on the extent of the injury, but,� the doctor continued, his
voice trailing off.

Eiri glanced up sharply.

�But what?� Tohma asked.

�It may do more harm than good.� Right now, there is a chance that with rehab, Shuichi will
be able to walk again.� He may not recover fully and he may have to use a cane, but
he'll be able to walk.�

�And this surgery?� Hiro asked.

�May permanently paralyze him.�

�What're his chances?� Tohma asked calmly.

�Well,� Dr. Ohtani scratched his head,
�about fifty-fifty I�m afraid.�

Eiri did not want to think about any of
this right now.� �I want to see him.�

�Of course,� Dr. Ohtani nodded.

��

�We'll wait here for you,� Mika told her
brother.

Grateful, Eiri started to follow the
doctor out into the hall.

�Dad,� came a soft voice from behind him.

Eiri stopped and glanced over his
shoulder.� Riku, his hair standing on
end, was watching him with an indecipherable expression on his face.� Eiri smiled gently.� �Stay here with Aunt Mika.�

�But-�

�Let him go too, Eiri.�

Eiri glanced at his big sister.� �Mika.�

�Shindou�s his�mother after all.�

She always had trouble with the fact that
Riku, ever since he first met Shuichi when he was five, referred to Shuichi as �mom�.� It took Shuichi a little while to get used to
it as well.� Eiri remembered Shuichi
thinking that maybe Riku for some reason had trouble distinguishing the fact
that he was a guy.

Eiri glanced from his sister to his son
and sighed.� �Alright.� C�mon on.�

Riku brightened up immediately.� He picked his way through the crowd of people
in the waiting room towards Eiri.

�Uesugi-san,� called a voice behind the
writer.

Eiri turned and watched as the tall,
toothpick-like police officers strolled over to him.

�When you get the chance, I would like for
you to come down to the station and give your statement,� Officer Nada said. �He pulled out a card and handed it to the writer. �He also gave one to
the doctor. ��And when Shindou-san does wake up, we'd like it if you
would call us.�

�Of course,� Dr. Ohtani said with a nod.

�One more thing, Doctor,� officer Maki
said.

�Yes, officer.�

�Was there any evidence of a sexual
assault?�

Eiri�s heart just about stopped.� Please, not again, he pleaded.

---

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.�

---

Eiri clenched his hands as a surge of
anger flowed through him.� If that
bastard touched his Shu-chan, he would go to the morgue, slice the man�s body
into ribbons, and feed the pieces to the sharks.

�Dad,� came Riku�s trembling voice from
besides him.� �What does that mean?�

�There was evidence of recent sexual
activity,� Dr. Ohtani admitted.

Eiri felt the color drain from his
face.� Dear God, did that mean�?

�But, fortunately, there was no evidence
of an assault.�

Eiri breathed another sigh of relief.� Shuichi may look like a scrawny weakling, but one-on-one, he
could kick anyone's ass.� Hell, he managed to beat up some guy who was twice his size
in order to protect Ayaka.

�Dad,� Riku called, yanking on the sleeve
of his jacket.

�But if Shindou-san was unconscious�?�
Officer Maki pressed.

Eiri glared evilly at him as the officer voiced
the very thought he had been thinking.� What was it with
these people?� Could they not let sleeping dogs lie?

�Dad.�

Dr. Ohtani shook his head.� �Unconscious or not.� It wouldn�t matter.� The only evidence we have of any sexual
activity took place several hours before his apparent abduction.�

The officers nodded and thanked them both
for their cooperation.� Bowing, they left.

�Well shall we?� Dr. Ohtani asked Eiri.� He pushed the button on the wall and the doors swung open.

��

Eiri followed the doctor down the corridor
to the ICU ward.

�Dad,� Riku pressed.� �What did that mean back there?�

Eiri�s eye twitched, but he said
nothing.� He really did not want to think
about what could have happened.� All that
mattered was that that bastard had not laid a hand on his Shuichi.

�Dad.��
Riku reached out and grabbed his father�s arm when Eiri remained
silent.� �Dad!�

�Rape,� Eiri snapped.� He spun around and glared at his son.� �They wanted to know if that asshole had
raped your mother.�

Riku�s olive complexion went white.

Eiri sighed, mentally kicking himself
upside the head.� �C�mon,� he said,
draping an arm around his son�s shoulders.�
God was this boy getting tall.� He
gently steered him down the hall after the doctor.� �Your mother is fine,� he whispered. ��Shuichi kicked that guy�s ass before he could
do anything.� Your mama�s strong.�

Riku nodded and brushed at a stray
tear.� �I know.�

�Good.�
Then don�t worry.� Okay?� He�ll pull through this.�

Again, Riku nodded.

+---+---+

��

They turned a corner and immediately two large black men standing outside of one of the rooms at the far end of the hall came into view.�
Eiri knew instantly which room Shuichi was in because he recognized the
two men immediately.� He could not
remember what their names were, something like Blade and Marcus or
something.� They usually worked for Tohma
as bodyguards for Nittle Grasper if he wasn�t mistaken.� It seems Tohma reassigned them to guard
Shuichi.� They were wearing black jeans
and tight black muscle shirts.� Black holsters and black handguns blended invisibly with
their clothes. �These guys took their job seriously.� They left their
posts for no reason other than to protect their charge.� As Eiri, Riku and
the doctor approached, the men sized them up with long penetrating stares.

�Dr. Ohtani,� the one closest to them
greeted with a nod.

�Gentlemen,� Dr. Ohtani nodded in English.� Stepping aside, he indicated the writer.� �This is Eiri
Uesugi, Shuichi's husband and their son Riku.� Uesugi-san, this is
Blade,� the one closest to them, �and Marcus,� the one farthest from them.� Bows were exchanged.

Looks like he got the names right.

Blade stepped aside to allow them into the
room.�
Dr. Ohtani flicked the light switch on as he
crossed the threshold and strode to Shuichi's side.� Eiri stood right
inside the doorway staring at his husband, or what he believed was his husband
as Riku tore into the room and raced to his mother�s side.� His legs refused to take him farther into the
room.� They
flat out ignored the signals his brain was sending them.� The door closed
behind him, bumping into his back, forcing him to either walk into the room or
annoy the guards.� Swallowing, he walked with trepidation towards his comatose
husband.

Dr. Ohtani stood at the foot of the bed,
waiting patiently.

�Is Mama really going to be okay?� Riku
asked Dr. Ohtani as he glanced up from the man who looked so small and helpless
laying there in the hospital bed.�
Shuichi had bandages wrapped around his head and was practically in a
body cast.� The sight brought tears to
Riku�s eyes.� He swallowed around a lump
in his throat.

Dr. Ohtani nodded.� �Yes, Riku.�
He�ll be fine.�

Eiri stood besides Riku and gazed
forlornly down at his husband.� He felt so
helpless.� Shuichi was pale and what was not was wrapped in bandages was covered in
bruises and cuts.� Reaching out, he
brushed a strand of Shuichi's black locks behind his ear.� He hated seeing his
lover like this.� Shuichi was not supposed to be silent and still.� It was as if they
had been trapped in some sort of alternate universe.� A lump formed in
his throat.� He took in a deep, shaky breath, letting it out slowly.

�Uesugi-san,� Dr. Ohtani said in a soft,
gentle voice, stepping towards him.� �There's something
else I would like to talk to you about.�

With difficulty, Eiri forced his gaze from
his husband to the doctor, his face carefully blank.

Dr. Ohtani�s gaze flitted to Riku who was
watching him expectantly.� �Why don�t we
go into the ha-?�

Eiri shook his head.� �No, it�s fine.�

Dr. Ohtani nodded.� �I didn't want to bring it up in front of the
others because I was not sure�� He let his voice
fade.� Sighing,
he gazed down at his sleeping patient.�
�You noticed how his jeans were soaked in
blood, right?�

The memory came back like a slap upside
the head.

---

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!�

---

Eiri shook the memory aside.� �What's wrong with him?� Why was he bleeding?�
Is it-?�

�I'm sorry Uesugi-san, but Shuichi had a miscarriage.�

Eiri blinked stupidly at the doctor.� Miscarriage?� What was that supposed to mean?� A miscarriage
implied a baby, which meant a pregnancy and the last time Eiri checked, Shuichi
was a guy and was not properly equipped.

�You mean Mama was pregnant?� Riku tried
to clarify.

Dr. Ohtani nodded.� �Yes, he was.�� He shifted his gaze back to Eiri.� �I am terribly sorry.�

��Dr. Ohtani, I don�t know if you realized
this, but Shuichi is a guy. �Men cannot and do
not have babies.� There�s no way.� No how�There, there�s no�room��

�Actually, that�s not entirely true.� It�s a misconception.�

Eiri continued to shake his head.� �You must've gotten his test results mixed up with someone else's.�

��Oh, my,� the doctor muttered in
shock.� �He never told you.�

�Told me what?�

�Uesugi-san,� Dr. Ohtani said,
�Shindou-san is a
hermaphrodite.�
He's one of the few in the world that I'm
aware of.�

�A herm��
Eiri looked stupidly at the other man.

�A hermaphrodite.�

�What does that mean?� Riku asked.� It sounded vaguely familiar.

�It means Shuichi was born with fully
functioning male as well as female parts.�
So, in essence, he has the ability-�

Eiri nodded impatiently, waving off the
explanation.� �I know what a
hermaphrodite is,� he snapped.� He ground
his fingers into his temples as he felt the beginning of a migraine.� �So, what you're telling me is that Shuichi,
my Shuichi, is a�a hermaphrodite.�

�Yes.��
The doctor studied the writer closely.�
�You really had no idea.�
Shindou-san never told you.�

Eiri stared blankly at the greying man
before him.� He just could not wrap his
mind around any of this.

��

�Shu was a�?�

�Yes.�

�And he was�?�

�Yes, he was.�

Lightheaded, Eiri stumbled backwards and
collapsed into a chair.� He dropped his
head into his hands.� This was all too
much for him to take in. �This has to be some sort
of sick joke.� First, Shuichi was in a
coma, then he was paralyzed and now he had a miscarriage?� None of this was making any sense.

Riku glanced from his father to the doctor
and back again.� He was totally
lost.� What was going on?

�I am sorry for your loss, Uesugi-san,�
Dr. Ohtani whispered softly.

The writer asked bluntly, �What happened?� How�?��
He paused and tried to get control over his
emotions.� �Was it the fall?�

Dr. Ohtani shook
his head.� �It could have been, but we�re
just not sure.� �He laid a comforting
hand on the Eiri�s shoulder.� �I really
am sorry, Uesugi-san.�� Squeezing his
shoulder, the doctor turned and left the ICU room, leaving a man to mourn.

---TBC---

Preview: �What Happened�

A/N:�
Trying to add Riku to this chapter was the hardest yet.� What a pain in the ass.� And poor Shuichi.� Lost the baby and may just be paralyzed.� But don�t worry the worst is over for the
singer.� Oh!� Before I forget, someone wanted to know what �han�
meant after Shuichi�s name.� Well, from
what I�ve been able to find out online, it is used in the Kansai region (especially
Kyoto) instead
of �san�.� But I read in another story
that it can also be used between fianc�s.�
I don�t know if it�s true, but I�m going with it.� So, what did you think?
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