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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: While Tohma holds a press conference, Eiri ponders
would could have been.

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.

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(Last Time)

�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.

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Chapter 15: What Happened?

(The
Next Morning)

The front lobby at the hospital had been
commandeered.� Representatives from every
newspaper, magazine, television and radio station were present.� There were cameras, photographers and sketch
artists.� The front desk usually worked
by either volunteers or a receptionist was littered with microphones and tape
recorders.� Standing behind the desk was
a blond haired, green-eyed man in his signature bowl hat and a fake smile
plastered on his face.� Despite the fact
that he had been up for over twenty-four hours talking with doctors, police and
making various arrangements, his suit was crisp, clean and unwrinkled.

Tohma
watched the media swarm the lobby like ants to
syrup.� The air was a buzz as they spoke
to each other and their station managers on their cellphones.

Sighing, Tohma cleared his throat.� Immediately, silence fell upon the �press
room�.� Those who were standing and
gathered in groups trouped to their seats, readying their pens and
notebooks.� �Thank you for coming on such short notice,� Tohma said softly, taking in the dozens of
men and woman.� Half of them were
conservatively dressed in suits while the rest had on informal wear of jeans
and T-shirts.

Bad Luck had been at the top of the charts
since their debut on NG Productions about ten years ago.� Through their vicissitudes, good times and
bad, no matter what was going on in their personal lives, the guys never once
disappointed their fans.� Now, here he
was, announcing that the country's number one band was going to be given an
indefinite leave of absence.� He has
known Shuichi for a long time now and knew he would feel extremely guilty for
letting down his fans like this, but the millions of fans would want their
favorite singer to heal and get better more than anything and that was what
Tohma was going to make sure Shuichi did.

There was one question on everybody's mind
today.� Shindou Shuichi has not been seen in several days and because of a leak
somewhere, the public already knew that there had been a halt in Bad Luck's
activities, but nobody knew why, so rumors started floating around.� Some people were saying Shuichi had been
fired from the band.� Others said there
had been some internal dispute between the band and Tohma.� There was even
a rumor about
the band breaking
up.� He heard one that said Shuichi
left the band to go
solo.� People were wondering if whatever
was going on with Bad Luck had to do with the public knowledge that Shuichi was
flat out against the latest project they were working on.

But the one that hit a little too close to
home was the one that said Shuichi had been killed in a home invasion.� Unfortunately, an ambulance-chasing
photographer caught sight of four covered bodies being transported out of an
apartment building rumored to be the residence of Shindou Shuichi and Uesugi �Yuki� Eiri.� When the
photographer saw the famous writer hopping into one of the ambulances, he
derived a conclusion.� One of those
bodies was indeed that of Shuichi.� Tohma
told the EMTs to cover him because he did not want the press to swarm all over
this before they were ready; unfortunately, things did not go as planned.

�Today I am not just speaking to you as
the president of NG, but as the brother-in-law of Shindou-san and
Eiri-san.�� Let them try to find the
hidden meaning behind that cryptic statement, he thought.� �I would like to introduce you to Dr. Ohtani Tsuzuki, head physician
here at Keio University Hospital.�

The middle-aged man stepped forward and
bowed politely to Tohma as the man stepped aside.� �Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.� I am Dr. Ohtani and Shindou-san's
doctor.� Yesterday at twelve-oh-five in
the afternoon, Shindou-san was brought into the ER with a mild concussion, two
broken armss, broken legs and some spinal
damage.�� He paused to take a breath and
let the public take in the news.� �At
three-thirty that same afternoon, he slipped into a coma.� Questions?�

�Doctor,� shouted the press, their hands
waving in the air.� �Doctor!�

Dr. Ohtani pointed to a man in the back.

�Doctor, can you tell us what happened to
Shindou-san?�

A plainclothes detective stepped
forward.� �If I may, doctor?�

The doctor stepped aside.

The detective was a short, skinny man in
his mid-forties who did not like the type of music Bad Luck made.� He was more of a classical music kind of man,
but despite his adverse attitude towards �pop� music, he would do his job and
help these people get some kind of closure so they could move on with their
lives.� �Unfortunately, we cannot discuss
the details of an ongoing case, but what I can tell you is that Shindou-san was
attacked in his home yesterday morning as he was leaving for work.� Both of his bodyguards, unfortunately, were
killed in the attack.�

As he stepped back, another question was
hurtled to the men.� �What will happen to
Bad Luck?�

Tohma stepped to the microphone.� �For now, I have given the guys an extended
leave of absence and my full support.� My
staff and I will do everything in our power to help the guys in this critical
time.� And when the time comes that they
want to return to the studio, we will welcome them eagerly.�

�What about their eagerly awaited greatest
hits album that is scheduled to be released in two weeks?�

�I have talked it over with the guys and
we've decided to release it as planned.�

�Do you think that's wise?� came another
question.� �People may think that you're
trying to ride the coattails of this tragic event.� Anything to sell albums.�

Tohma grew angry at that comment.� His smile was still plastered on his face, but
there was a sudden under current that told the reporter to fuck off.� �It's no secret that Shindou-san was against
this album, but he would not want all his hard work to go down the drain
either.� Everybody has worked too hard to
just shelve it.� We are releasing the
album as scheduled because that is what Shindou-san would want.�

�Doctor, about Shindou-san's
injuries!� Are they serious?� came
another question.

Dr. Ohtani stepped forward.� �They are not life threatening.� Unfortunately, the one we are keeping a close
eye on is his spinal injury��

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As the press conference continued
downstairs, a sullen man sat glued to his husband's side in ICU.� Eiri refused to leave when visiting hours
ended and the hospital staff did not have the heart to kick him out.� Though he forced a sullen Riku to go home
with Tohma and Mika yesterday and then promised him, he could come visit
Shuichi after school was finished today.�
Riku had not been too happy about that.�
He wanted to skip school all together.

He clutched his husband's wedding ring in
one hand while his other one held onto the small finger's sticking out of the
cast.� Resting his forehead on their
linked fingers, the writer took deep breaths to calm himself down as his chest
and throat constricted around threatening sobs.�
In through the nose and out through the mouth.� Seeing his husband lying in the bed, not sure
if he would even wake up, filled him with such regret.� He kept thinking that if he and Shuichi had
done something other then just talk about having children these last few years,
then maybe he would have something to remember his baka by�in the off chance that he lost him.� Eiri growled and mentally kicked
himself.� Stop thinking like that, he
scolded himself.� Shuichi will pull
through and be back to his normal hyperactive self in no time.� �Then we can make an appointment to talk with
the adoption agency, right, Shu-chan?��
He gripped his husband's hand tighter.�
�Or maybe even having a baby of our own.�� The other brushed away a stray lock of hair
out of his eyes.� �I'm sure your mother
would be ecstatic to have a couple more grandchildren, huh?�

Shuichi and Eiri discussed having children
countless time, but it never got any farther than that.� But then a month or so ago, even the talk
stopped.� Part of Eiri had been
relieved.� He had not been sure if he was
ready to be a father.� Having adopted
Riku, he always felt, was one thing.� It
was something Shuichi decided to do on his own.�
All Eiri did was just go along with it.

�He�s your responsibility though,
Shuichi,� he told Shuichi then.

Eiri had seen it at first as penance for
his crime.� Nothing more.� Nothing less.�
Or so, Eiri tried to tell himself.�
But somewhere along the lines, he began to accept Riku as his son.� He enjoyed being called dad.

But this and that were two different
things.� This time, the decision would be
made by the both of them.� Both Shuichi
and he would go into this willingly from the start.� But Eiri had not felt as if he were ready,
even though he was thirty-one years old now.�
Besides, both Shuichi and he were too busy and too much in the public
eye to have a child in their lives.� He
did not want to subject his child to the same intense scrutiny that he and his
husband went through day after day.� But
then he would think of Riku and realize that was exactly what they�d been doing
to him and that was when he realized that part of him was disappointing when
all the talk stopped.

But now he knew why the talk about
starting a family stopped.� Shuichi had
been pregnant.� All of these years he had
been carrying this secret.� Probably
terrified about how Eiri would take the news.�
Afraid he would be dumped right out on his ass.� Eiri had to admit, he really had no idea how
he would have taken the news had this whole �incident� taken place.� But it had happened and in the process, his
son had been killed.� That changed
things.� Considerably.

A sudden commotion outside the hospital
room had Eiri sitting up.� Moments later,
the door opened and in walked Tohma and Dr. Ohtani.

�Hello, Uesugi-san,� the doctor
greeted.� �How's our patient today?�

�The same,� Eiri said.� He watched the doctor walk across the room to
Shuichi's bedside with a manila folder tucked under his arm.� The doctor checked the instruments that were
hooked into the tiny man, who seemed dwarfed in the huge white bed.

Tohma came around to stand besides his friend.� �How're you holding up?� he asked, placing a
hand on Eiri's shoulder.

Eiri shook the small manicured hand off
him.� �How do you think,� he
retorted.� He watched as Dr. Ohtani took
out a small penlight and began checking Shuichi's throat, nostrils, pupils and
ears.

Tohma took the attitude in stride.� �The press conference went really well,� he told
his friend.

�Hn.��
Not like he cared either way.

�You'd better be forewarned, Eiri.� Now that the public knows about Shuichi,
you're going to be besieged with get well cards and gifts from fans.�

Eiri snorted.� That was all he needed, to be surrounded by
teddy bears.� At least at home, the extra
bedroom was where all the gifts were kept that Shuichi managed to
accumulate.� Well, most of the gifts
anyway.� All the bras and underwear Eiri
burned.

�Well,� Dr. Ohtani said as he stood
up.� He put his penlight in his coat
pocket and tossed out the tongue depressor.�
�Everything seems fine.�

Eiri nodded, his hand still linked to his
husband's.� He laid his head against his
husband's shoulders, silently demanding that he wake up.� A stray tear slipped down his face unnoticed
by all but Tohma.

The president of NG glanced down at his
long time friend and felt a well of sadness for his friend and
brother-in-law.� His always-present smile
slipped off and was replaced by a true look of sadness.� Sighing, he laid a hand on the doctor's arm
and tilted his head towards the door.

Silently, the two
men left the hospital room, letting a man grieve for what might have been.

---TBC---

Preview:�
�Waking Up�

A/N:� I
realize some of these chapters are short and I apologize for that.� Anyway, what did you think?
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