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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
- 14
- 15
- 16
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?

Chapter summary:� Who was really behind the photographs that
Shuichi received in his email?� And what
really caused Eiri to flee one year ago?

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

Inserts:�
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A/N:�
Thank you to sonata
hirano, sun�s and stars, lelalemon, �emerald jaguar-, Golden
Sun Dragoon, 0928soubiatdocomo.ne.jp, anirbes, Acherona, lilgurlanima, Plain Jane Is A Vampire, yakunantenshi, scatteredbrains, yogonem, Ryuichi Sakuma Chibi, littleladygoldie, disArmingAngels for your
reviews.� Thank you to those who favored
me and put me on alert.� Here is the next
installment.� There is one chapter left
before the epilogue and then a one-shot sequel.�
Enjoy!

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Chapter 14

Crowne Plaza Hotel -
Shuichi�s Suite - Toronto

He clung
desperately to Eiri�s back, his mind reeling from the gentle play of lips
against his.

The kiss
had begun as a mere touch, a chaste brush of lips meant to quell the upset
singer, but the temperature rose rapidly between the new lovers.� Eiri�s lips were the sweetest Shuichi had
ever tasted, despite the heavy layer of tobacco on them.� His kisses were intoxicating.� He wanted more.� He wanted all Eiri had to give.� And Shuichi longed to give himself completely
to Eiri, to renew that bond that they created on that long sweet night one year
ago.�

Eiri�s
hands gripped Shuichi�s hips as their lips overlapped sweetly repeatedly.� But despite the nearly unbearable longing to
feel Eiri course through him, Shuichi reluctantly pulled away from the
embrace.� He kept his eyes shut for a
moment longer as he savored the taste of Eiri still clinging to his tingling
lips.

Eiri
watched the blissful expression that softened Shuichi�s features.� Without thinking, Eiri lifted the hand that
was not trapped between Shuichi�s hip and the bed and gently caressed the side
of Shuichi�s face.� Once again, he
wondered at how out of character he had been acting ever since he made up his
mind to fly to Toronto
to make Shuichi his.� But it was well
worth it if it meant having the opportunity to hold him in his arms like
this.� Though, if anyone ever pointed out
how much of a romantic he really was, he would sooner be sent to prison for
murder than admit the truth behind the statement.

Obsidian-black
eyes fluttered open and focused on light hazel eyes with a hint of yellow.� Catching his breath, Shuichi�s heart swelled
to the brink of explosion.� At first, he
tried to swallow back his grin, but it overwhelmed him and it burst forth.� Being a contagion, it soon spread to Eiri,
infecting him in a matter of seconds.

Eiri fingered a lock of hair off Shuichi�s forehead.

Shuichi�s
face grew warm.� �Our first kiss,� he whispered,
feeling strangely embarrassed all of a sudden.�
He had to fight with himself to keep from averting his gaze from
Eiri.� What he saw reflected in his eyes
was so raw he felt as if he had forced himself into Eiri�s private thoughts
without his consent.� It was so different
from when he looked into Ryuichi�s eyes.�
It was something he was not used to.

Eiri hugged
his arms securely around Shuichi�s waist and knocked their foreheads
together.� He chuckled lightly as the
rosy tint on Shuichi�s face brightened.�
�That�s not what Sakuma believes,� he reminded his lover in
amusement.� Being able to pull a fast one
over on Ryuichi Sakuma had been the second greatest moment of the night.� The first was being able to hold Shuichi like
this.

�And whose
fault is that?� Shuichi mocked, poking Eiri in the forehead.

Eiri
frowned.� �You have a lot of nerve
placing all the blame on me,� he scolded with a hard glare.

Shuichi
rolled his eyes and shook his head.

�It was
your idea to deceive him into telling the truth about him and Tatsuha,� Eiri
blamed.

�Yeah,�
Shuichi drawled, �but you could�ve said no when I asked.�� He poked Eiri in the chest for emphasis.

�And give
up the chance to see such a priceless expression on Sakuma�s face?�� Eiri snorted.�
�Not likely.�

�Eiri!�
Shuichi giggled, slapping the older man lightly.� �You�re so mean!�

Eiri
shrugged.� �So I�ve been told,� he
commented nonchalant.

Shuichi
giggled, his face bright red.� Dropping
his head, he bit back a grin.

Eiri
focused his gaze on the boy whose face was as bright as a boiled lobster.� Instantly, his face softened.� He raised his hands back up and stroked a
finger up Shuichi�s cheek.

Fifteen
years ago, his parents� divorce was finalized.�
Saying it was a bitter and disastrous parting would be an
understatement.� To this day, his parents
could not stand to be in the same room together for more than five minutes
before all hell broke loose.� He never
really understood what happened between them.�
One day they were a happy, carefree family and the next, the fairy tale
had taken a drastic and an unexpected twist.�
According to his father, it was because Eiri�s mother had had an
affair.� Of course, his mother denied
that accusation.� She called Eiri�s
father a habitual liar and an ingrate, among other things that should not have
been said in front of impressionable young children according to all
psychiatrists, but as World War III played out between the two adults on a
daily basis, they did not stop to think about how their words were affecting their
children.� The only thing they cared
about, and still do, was proving how psychotically insane the other was.� Eiri�s father even went so far as to say that
agreeing to that blind date thirty-some odd years ago had been the biggest
mistake of his life. �How were you
supposed to react to or feel when you hear your parents spout off stuff like
that on a daily basis?

At first,
Mika, Eiri and Tatsuha saw their mother all of the time.� All their school vacations had been split in half
between their mother and the father, but as the years went by, they saw less
and less of their mother until it got to a point where they were lucky to see
her once or twice a year for a couple of hours.�
They so rarely saw her that Eiri even forgot what she looked like at one
point.� During those rare times when the
ex-Mrs. Uesugi would remember that yes, she did have children, it took Eiri
some time to remember whom this strange woman was who was standing outside
their house.� He had always felt uncomfortable
with her.� It was the same as if someone
you do not know and have never met before just walked in right off the street
and said they were going to take you to see a movie, or take you out to dinner.

And because
of this tormented childhood, Eiri grew up believing that the love written about
in romance novels only existed in fairy tales and in the fertile imagination of
lonely housewives and mothers.� He never
wanted to find out if �happily ever after� really did exist because the thought
of being in a committed relationship scared him to death.� What if he found someone he wanted to spend
the rest of his life with, and whom he believed felt the same way about him,
only to relive his hellish childhood.� He
was not sure he could go through that again.�
He was afraid of being hurt again.�
He did not want to relive a dark moment from his past he would much
rather forget.� And that was why he had
become so anti-social, why he had thrown himself at so many different men and
the occasional woman before he found Shuichi.�
A momentary fling was something he could control, but falling in love
and going through the tumult of a relationship was something beyond his ability
to run.� It was outside his comfort
zone.� It was an even more terrifying
prospect than anything even Stephen King could come up with.� And this made having to express something he
could say in five different languages all that much more impossible.

Eiri was
not sure when, but then his feelings on the matter began to chance.� He was no longer terrified of the prospect of
being tied to someone for the rest of his life.�
In fact, he began to feel nothing at all about the matter and that
scared him the most.� But just as he was
resigning himself to his bleak future, he met Shuichi that one fateful night.� Shuichi had somehow been able to slip past
all the defenses that had been erected over the years to do the impossible,
something that others had tried to do but failed.� This boy had forced him to confront the
demons haunting him.� And challenge them
Eiri did.

Thanks to
Shuichi, he was now on the road to recovery.�
He was not completely healed yet.�
Remission was a long way off.� It
was possible that he would never be completely free from this restrictive
binding but because of this one nineteen-year-old, he was able to take that
first step passed the darkest moment of his life and go on with his life,
hopefully with Shuichi at his side.

An
overwhelming urge strong-armed him so suddenly it blindsided him.� A battle of wills played tug-of-war within
him as the words he desired to say became lodged prematurely in his
throat.� His jaw flexed and his lips
which had long since gone dry, wormed together as if he were trying to say
something, but he remained silent.�
Swallowing, he ran his tongue over his lips, but still no words were
forth coming.

Growing
frustrated and beyond annoyed at his impairment, Eiri decided to take a step
back.� Closing his eyes, he took a deep
breath and held it for several seconds.�
Then he exhaled slowly, keeping his mind emptied.� He did this a couple more times and little by
little, he felt the tightness in his body lessen.

Finally
calmed, Eiri opened his eyes and was surprised to find a set of jet eyes
watching him in open curiosity.� He
narrowed his eyes.� �What?� he snapped,
feigning annoyance to hide the fact that his pulse had thickened and his mind
was melting into a puddle of goo.

Seeing
right through the older man�s facade and finding the reaction very
entertaining, Shuichi grinned widely with a quick shake of his head.� Giggling, he latched onto Eiri.� Entwining their legs together and wrapping
his arms around Eiri�s back, Shuichi snuggled against him.� Burying his head in Eiri�s chest, he closed
his eyes and sighed in contentment with a smile on his face.

Eiri blinked,
startled.� Snorting, he hugged his arms
around Shuichi and held him tightly against him.� If it was ever repeated, he would deny it,
but it felt so good, so right to hold Shuichi and to be held by him.� Dipping his head, he planted a kiss on
Shuichi�s head.

Tipping his
head back, Shuichi gazed up into those orbs.�
�I love you Eiri,� he confessed.

A smile
spread slowly across Eiri�s face.�
Tightening his hold on the smaller man, Eiri�s head fell forward and
clonked against Shuichi�s.� He stared
deeply into those dark eyes watching him so openly and so full of trust.� It was somewhat unnerving, but truth be told
he would rather have those bejeweled eyes on him then on anyone else.�

�I know,�
Eiri replied.�

�But.�

Eiri sighed
forcefully.� �Now what?�

�You gotta
stop smoking.�

Eiri merely
blinked down at the smaller man.

�At least
try?�

�I�m not
promising anything.�

�Promise,
Eiri.� Please?� To at least try?� For me?�

Eiri
inwardly groaned.� There were those eyes
again!� �Okay.� Okay!� I
promise.�

A broad
grin etched itself across Shuichi�s face.

Chuckling,
Eiri gently cupped Shuichi�s chin.� He
lowered his head and captured Shuichi�s lips.�
Everything leading up until now had been well worth it.� And now that he had Shuichi, there was no way
he was ever going to let him go.

+---+---+

Daisuke�s Room

Daisuke
dropped the teapot onto the cart with a loud �thud�.� He stared hypnotically at the city lights
reflected on its black surface.� Then
with a heavy sigh, he hung his head in shame.�
Closing his eyes, he said a little prayer.� He hoped for all of this to be just a very
bad dream, but when his eyes opened, everything was still the same as before.

The clock
besides the queen-sized bed told him that if he went to bed right now, he would
still get a good solid six hours sleep before he had to get up and get ready
for the final run through, then the autograph session followed by the concert
later that night.

And then
there was his guest.� Lounging in one of
the armchairs staring blankly out the window into the night was Ryuichi
Sakuma.� Daisuke could barely look at the
singer his guilt over his involvement in this whole fiasco was so great.� Swinging his head from the grieving man who
was considered a god to many around the world, Daisuke dropped his head and
stared down at his hands, his knuckles turning white as they gripped the tea
tray.� �I�m sorry,� he said quietly.

Startled
out of his quiet meditation, Ryuichi blinked as he tried to refocus both his mind
and gaze to the here and now.�
Disconcerted, he looked over his shoulder at Bad Luck�s manager.� �Huh?��
He blinked blankly.�
��Sorry�?� For what?� he asked,
tilting his head and looking innocent.

�For
everything,� Daisuke admitted.

�Are you
feeling okay?�

Daisuke
shook his head, his jaw clenched in growing anger.� He growled lightly and jerked the service
cart.� The dishes rang a warning.� �Dammit!�
This is all my fault!�

In the face
of the other man�s agitation, Ryuichi remained annoyingly calm. ��What is?� he asked curiously.

Daisuke
spun around.� �Everything!� You and Shuichi and Tatsuha�!�

Aah!� So that was what this was all about.� Turning to sit sideways in the chair with his
legs folded Indian style and his hands tucked in his lap, he grinned at
Daisuke.� �What�re you talking
about?� You must have caught a cold,� he
teased.

�Dammit
Ryu!� Daisuke cried angrily.� He knew
damn well that Ryuichi was not as moronic as he pretended to be.� So why was he not angry with him?� If it had not been for his interference,
Shuichi and he would right now be living that happily ever after fairy tale
ending that everybody dreams about.� But
instead, here they were.� �I�m not sick!�� He stalked across the small expanse
separating them.� Those dark, large innocent
eyes watching him without any contention infuriated him.� �And I�m not an idiot,� he added.

Ryuichi
laughed, not too sure about that.

�Why aren�t you angry with me?�
Why don�t you-?�

Ryuichi�s grin softened into a smile.� �Daisuke.��
Gone was the child-like persona.

Daisuke was exasperated.�
�Ryu-�

Ryuichi shook his head.�
�Our problems have nothing to do with you,� he told Daisuke in all
seriousness.

�But they do!� Daisuke argued.

Ryuichi
sighed.� �Dai-�

Daisuke
shook his head vigorously.� �No!� Ryuichi, you don�t understand!�

Ryuichi was
taken back.

�I�m the
one that introduced you!� Daisuke blurted.

The sudden
confession startled Ryuichi but it was not unexpected.� He shook his head in denial.� �This and that are two separate things,� he
told the guilt-laden man.

�Ryu!�
Daisuke protested.

But Ryuichi
would have none of it.� �Daisuke, you may
have introduced me to Tatsuha but you didn�t force me to sleep with him.� You didn�t make me fall in love with him and
it wasn�t you who told me to lie to Shuichi.��
He shook his head.� �No, all you
did was introduce me to a fan.�

Daisuke was
not fully convinced.� He could not let
Ryuichi let him off the hook that easily.�
�But-�

Ryuichi
decided to try a different approach.� �If
it�s your fault for introducing me to Tatsuha, then it�s Shuichi�s fault for
bringing me to that party in the first place.�

That did
little to quell the awareness that he was the one responsible for this chaos.

�I wasn�t
up for a party,� Ryuichi continued when he saw that Daisuke was going to
argue.� �I wasn�t feeling too good, but
Shuichi was so caught up in working on Bad Luck�s debut album that he didn�t
have any time for me anymore.� So, I figured
the party would be a great opportunity for us to spend some time together,
but�� Ryuichi sighed.� �I didn�t get to see him that whole
night�Then I met�Tatsuha.�� He raised his
head and locked eyes with the other man.�
His heart felt heavy as he admitted it.�
�Tatsuha did for me what Shuichi�couldn�t.�� He knew how that must sound, but it was the
truth.� He had been lonely with Shuichi
in the studio all the time.� The
apartment had been so empty, but then Tatsuha came into his life and things had
not looked so desolate anymore.

Daisuke did
not know what to say to that.� He plopped
down into the armchair opposite Ryuichi, completely drained.�

Silence
fell around them.

Ryuichi
could still see Shuichi standing in the doorway of the bedroom in the suite
right across the hall, his face stained with tears, his eyes shot with redness
and glaring at him with a mixture of emotions racing across his face.�

The last
thing he intended was to fall in love with Tatsuha.� He had not meant to hurt Shuichi like he
had.� He could not change what happened
no matter how much he may or may not want to, but it had happened and he now
had to live with what he did.� What
happened with Tatsuha was something he had had no control over, but causing
Shuichi such pain had been within his ability to control.� But like the coward he was, instead of
confronting Shuichi and dealing with their growing problems, he had been a
complete idiot and ran from them.

Shuichi�s
claim of finality between the two of them ran sharp and painful in his mind.

Tears
prickled Ryuichi�s eyes, veiling his vision.�
His chest tightened.� He would
never be able to forgive himself for ruining the best thing that ever happened
to him.� He fell forward, dropping his
face in his hands and sobbed quietly.

Daisuke watched
the man silently with sorrow and pity gripping his heart.� He knew what Ryuichi said.� His head was telling him that what Ryuichi
said was true, but that did not stop the tight grip of guilt from weighing
heavily on his soul and it did not stop him from thinking that if he had not
agreed to introduce Tatsuha to his �god� then none of this would be happening
now.

�You know,�
whispered a voice thick with tears.

Daisuke
turned towards Ryuichi whose face was still buried in his hands.� His shoulders were still shaking.� Daisuke felt his heart twist painfully.

�Whether
you had introduced me to Tatsuha or not, I don�t think�� Ryuichi�s voice became small and high pitched
as if someone were squeezing his voice box.�
He cleared his throat.� �It
wouldn�t have mattered,� he whispered.�
It was painful to admit, but nonetheless it was the truth.

�What?�
Daisuke cried in incredulity.� He slid to
the edge of his seat.� �Ryu-�

�Shuichi
�was never in love with me�not really.��
A fresh wave of tears flooded in his eyes.� His throat tightened.�

Daisuke�s
eyes widened at the other man�s admission.�
�Of course he was!� Ryuichi, I saw
the way he looked at you, the way he watched you�The way he, he�spoke about
you!� He loved you.�

Ryuichi
dropped his hands and lifted his head.�
He gave Daisuke a cheerless watery smile and shook his head.

�C�mon!� Ryuichi-�

Ryuichi
remembered what Eiri had accused him off over the phone and realized that as
cruel as the other man had been trying to be, he was right.� He then remembered Shuichi�s confession from
the night they met.� �I caught him on the
rebound.�

�So?� That doesn�t mean anything-!�

�He was
confused and hurting over his break up with Yuki.� I knew that, but I did not care.� I knowingly took advantage of that fact
because I liked him so much and when I went to see him backstage after the
concert, knew he was attracted to me.� I
knew that if it weren�t Yuki he saw when he was with me, then he would probably
be using me as a way to forget about Yuki.�
I knew but I didn�t care because I liked him so much.�

Daisuke did
not know what to say to that.

�Meeting me
didn�t change the fact that Shuichi was still in love with him.� He may have come to care about me, even love
me, but�� Ryuichi shook his head.� �Our relationship would have ended one way or
another anyway.�� With a heavy sigh,
Ryuichi closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the back of the
chair.� A lone tear tickled unfazed down
his cheek.

+---+---+

Couple of Hours Later

In the grey
hours before dawn when the world was so still it could make you question your
sanity, a lone figure sat hunched over a laptop.� The clacking of the keys was the only sound
that penetrated the heavy curtain of silence that had settled around the city.

With a
final jab at the keyboard, he sat up and read the short message typed on the
screen.� Satisfied, he grabbed the
miniature wireless mouse sitting idle besides the computer and clicked on the
�send� icon towards the top of the screen.�
Sitting back, he threaded his hands through his hair and lacing his
fingers behind his head, watched the screen as the message was sent out
successfully.

A smirk
slowly crossed his face.� With a sly
glint in his eye, he unfolded his hands and scooted forward to the edge of the
couch.� Grabbing the mouse once again, he
cleared the screen in order to send out an all points bulletin.

�Attention,�
he whispered as his fingers flew over the keys, �Star Magazine, National
Enquirer and The Globe.� It
seems that the so-called �sex-god� is all about sex and not just with his committed partner.�

Chuckling,
he typed the message that come sunrise would be flooding the North American and
then the International airwaves.� Of course,
one must have proof to back up the accusations one was making, mustn�t
one?� And proof was something he had
abundance of.

+---+---+

Half an Hour Later � Tokyo, Japan

Located
in a plain white non-discrete building in an alley off a side street was a
small ramen specialty shop owned and run by an elderly couple.� Ma and Pa, as they were called by everyone,
did not advertise.� Their little wayside
noodle stand continued to thrive year after year on word of mouth alone.� Most of their business came from their
regulars, businessmen and schoolchildren.�
But every now and then, someone new would walk through those doors.� Usually they are referred to Ma and Pa by
Naoki Matsushita, a retired Tokyo police
detective who had opened his own private investigation firm in the studio above
the ramen shop that he rented from Ma and Pa.

+---+---+

Behind a
half light door that had lost its special walnut finish long ago with its
etched opaque glass and what had at one time read, �Private Investigator Naoki
Matsushita� in large black letters, but was now missing more than half of those
characters sat a middle aged man.

Matsushita
had been forced to retire from the police force due to a loss of hearing in his
left ear.� Unfortunately, he had been too
close to a pipe bomb when it had gone off.�
And instead of being transferred to some desk job at the station, he had
opted for early retirement.� It had taken
him one week to realize that retirement and he did not get along.� So instead of waiting for death to come claim
him, he decided to go back into law enforcement.� Only this time for himself.� That had been over a decade ago.� He had to admit, the first few years had been
rough, but lately things had begun to finally pick up.� Business had been so good in fact; he had
actually been forced to turn down several job offers.� He also had been able to save up enough to
renovate his dingy studio that he used as both his place of business and
residence.� He was not sure if he had to
thank his latest client for that or not, but it was a very big coincidence that
when he accepted a job from him, things had begun to pick up.

When
scrolling over the long list of e-mails in his inbox, he noticed one from �Shinsh41�
for a �job well done�.

Matsushita�s
eyes lit up.� �Speak of the devil,� he
exclaimed.� He double clicked on the
email and the message popped onto the screen.�
�Uncle Naoki,� he read aloud, �Payment for your services has been wired
into your account.� Thank you for all
your help.�� Matsushita smiled
sadly.� He was not sure if he really
liked to be thanked for spying on a spouse suspected of being unfaithful.� He liked it even less when his client�s
suspicions turned out to be based on fact.�
�I hope everything turns out okay for you�Shuichi,� he wished softly as
he sat back in his chair.

---TBC---

Preview:�
Ryuichi returns home to all hell having broken loose and Shuichi moves
on and does not look back.

A/N:�
Hey, just a little side note.� I
do have a �Only the Ring Finger Knows� one-shot out as well as a �Loveless�
one-shot and a �Kyo Kara Maoh� series out in case you guys are interested and
have not read them yet.
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