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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
- 15
- 16
- 17
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:� Ryuichi returns home to all hell having
broken loose and Shuichi moves on and does not look back.

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

Inserts:�
�A Glimpse of
Death�/�Forgive Me For�/�Waiting for the Day When the
Moonlight Shines On Us�/�Let�s Watch
That Scene Again�.� Original poems by me.

A/N:�
Thank you to Golden
Sun Dragoon, pikeebo, littleladygoldie, lilgurlanima, 0928soubi
at docomo.ne.jp, Acherona, scatteredbrains for your reviews.� I was only
able to update this because I have it all prewritten. �Otherwise, you guys would have had to wait a
couple of weeks because I am in the middle of doing catering for a movie,
which- might I add- I regret EVER having agreed to doing. �Anyway, here it is folks.� The final chapter before the epilogue. �Enjoy!

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

Chapter 15

Monday 900AM � NG
Productions Executive offices � Tokyo,
Japan

Tatsuha
slapped his palms on the desk, his face contorted in growing rage.� �You owe it to me!�

Tohma laced
his hands over his stomach and leaned back in his chair.� �I don�t remember owing you anything,� he
told the young monk calmly.

�Dammit
Seguchi!�

�Don�t you
think you�ve caused enough damage?�� Not
expecting a reply, Tohma continued.� �I
suggest you go back home and forget you ever met Ryuichi Sakuma.�

Having
known the man most of his life, Tatsuha knew a threat when he heard it.� He had expected him to say as much, but it
still pissed him off.� �I can�t do that.�

�You can
and you will.�

Another
threat.� �I love him,� Tatsuha
protested.� It sounded weak even to him,
but it was all he had.� He loved Ryuichi and
wanted to be with him, no matter what it took, even if it meant defying his
brother-in-law, the Great Seguchi.

�And look
what your �love� did,� Tohma snarled, his eyes hard.� He tossed the rolled paper across the desk.

Tatsuha did
not even have to look.� He knew what his
brother-in-law was referring to and it pissed him off.� He felt bad enough as it was.� His hormones had gotten the better of
him.� He had screwed up.� He knew it and if this mess cost him Ryuichi,
he would never be able to forgive himself.�
But Tohma�s accusations angered him.�
It was Mr. President�s true nature coming through.� �All you care about is protecting your interests!�
he accused.

Tatsuha�s
stubborn attitude was starting to wear thin.�
�You�re damn right,� Tohma snapped.�
�Thanks to you, I have some major damage control to do.�

Tatsuha
found that to be a bitter pill to swallow because the reality was, he had
caused a lot of trouble for many people.�
The guilt ate away at him like acid, but it was not going to stop him
from getting what he wanted and what he wanted was Ryuichi.� �That has nothing-!�

�Still the
same immature child.� You never take
responsibility for your actions.�

Tatsuha
clawed his fingers into hard, tight fists.�
What was that supposed to mean?

�And you just.� Do.�
Not.� Think.�

�Did you ever once
consider what would happen if your affair with Ryuichi was made public?�

Tatsuha paled.

�Of course not,� Tohma
continued, pleased with the reactions his words were having,

Tatsuha
began to panic.� The last thing he wanted
was to cause trouble for anyone.� He did
not want Ryuichi to hate him.� He would
not be able to handle it if he did.� But
why was his brother-in-law so against them being together?� Was it because of who Ryuichi was?� Because of their age difference?� Because Ryuichi was in a committed
relationship with Shuichi?� Tatsuha had a
feeling it had to do with all of the above, but not because Tohma believed he
knew what was �best� for everyone.� No,
this was all about protecting the reputation and image of his precious
company.� That realization made Tatsuha
see red.� �The only danger to Ryuichi
is-�

�Enough,�
Tohma commanded.� He had heard more than
enough.� Gripping the arms of his chair
tightly, he pulled himself up.� �I think
you had better leave Tatsuha,� he warned, �before I have security �escort� you
from the premises.�

The two men
glared hotly over the desk at one another, neither one willing to fold.

But
finally, Tatsuha had had enough.� �Fine,
but this is far from over,� he promised.�
Pushing off the desk, he strode to the office door.� Throwing it open, he paused.� �I wonder,� he said in a soft voice, �if it�s
even worth mentioning��

Tohma
rolled his eyes.� He returned to his seat
and maneuvered the soft leather chair to the desk.� Picking up the contract he had been going
over before he was so rudely interrupted, he gave the boy a last parting
shot.� �I think you have said more than
enough for one day.�

Tatsuha,
watching his famous brother-in-law over his shoulder, snorted.� With a shake of his head, he tossed out as
nonchalant as he could, �If you say so, Tohma.�
Then I guess I won�t tell you that there was another person out in that
parking lot that night.�� Without waiting
for a reply that he knew would never come, Tatsuha stepped out into the hall
and shut the door behind him.

Tohma, he face revealing nothing, had
grown cold when he heard Tatsuha�s admission.�
Setting the contract back down, he laced his fingers together and
brought the clasped hands to his mouth.�
His brows furrowed in thought.

+---+---+

Monday Night - Toronto Convention Centre, �Sei-Teki Ni Hoshi Na� World Anime
Tour - Toronto,
Canada

As he
stealthily made his way up the tunnel hidden in deep shadows to the auditorium,
what started as a muffled murmur of voices grew steadily louder.

Shuichi
made his decision clear last night.� So
what exactly was he doing here?� He was
not sure what he was going to say, but Ryuichi felt that he had to speak to
Shuichi one last time.

Standing at
the mouth of the tunnel, Ryuichi gazed around at the sea of people that filled
the Centre.� Even in the dim lighting,
Ryuichi could tell that a good many of them came straight from the anime
convention as a majority of them had come in cosplay, dressed up as various
anime characters.� Among the people
filing passed him, several had clearly come as Shuichi, their neon pink hair,
which Shuichi had at the time Bad Luck first appeared on the scene, and
outrageously clad bodies making it all too evident.

His heart
ached every time �Shuichi� went by.� He
wondered if he would ever be cured of this pain.� Ryuichi hoped one day that he and Shuichi
could become friends.� Was it possible,
though, for two people to remain amicable after a past like theirs?� And did he really want the answer to that question?

Ryuichi
glanced down the aisle over the seats at the stage that was tented by a series
of curtains that obscured it from view.�
The stagehands and road crew for ASK, who were scheduled to go on before
Bad Luck, should be right now getting ASK�s equipment offstage and setting up
Bad Luck�s, which according to Daisuke would have been left up after their
sound check earlier behind another curtain at the back of the stage.

The noise
in the crowded Centre escalated.� Ryuichi
glanced back at the crowd.� Was it his
imagination or did it appear as if they were beginning to grow restless?� A few calls for �Bad Luck� went up followed
by cries of exclamation.

Ryuichi
checked the time.� He was starting to
become a little antsy himself and his stomach twirled with sudden
nervousness.� He wondered if he had
enough time to sneak backstage, which would be a nightmare of chaos, and see
Shuichi before Bad Luck went on.

His answer
came swiftly.� The auditorium all of a
sudden went dark, catching him off guard.�
He wondered briefly, what is going on, but then when a roar of ear
splitting cheers erupted around him he realized that it must be time for Bad
Luck to go on.� He beamed with pride.� If the sold out crowd was not enough proof,
then the excitement thrilling the boisterous mass should have made it as plain
as day that this North American tour had been a tremendous success for Bad
Luck.

As blue
spotlights flooded the stage, the opening dark, Thriller-esque cords of a song
boomed through the arena.� The melody
started softly, but grew until it reached a crescendo.� Ryuichi immediately recognized the song as �A
Glimpse of Death�.� It was a short thirty-second
verse referred to as an �introduction� at the beginning of Bad Luck�s album.� The shouts from the concertgoers exploded
into an almost deafening wave.� The
curtains literally vanished before his eyes and then Shuichi�s whispered voice
filled the Centre.

�� The clouds roll back and a bloody red moon appears

She reaches down with sharpened claws

And rips the hood from a cloaked rider
that happens by

The clip clop of horse hooves speeds
off into the night

A rolling mist obscures the escape

�� Left behind are glowing white orbs burned into the
mind

There was
an explosion of light and sound that rattled the entire building.� Shuichi�s voice was replaced with the heavy
hip-hop/club beats of a song that Ryuichi was not familiar with as the stage
lights snapped on to illuminate the stage to reveal a very different looking
Shuichi.� Ryuichi�s eyes flew open in
surprise.� His jaw hit the floor.� The cheers that had begun to settle down erupted
once more.

�� The air is heavy and cold

Your penetrating stare hits deeply within my soul

The moonlight filters into the room

Onto the white comforter

My heart beats in my ear

A lone tear traverses down my face

Outside the bedroom window

A stand of birch trees wave

Ryuichi�s heart
ached as Shuichi�s voice filled the auditorium.�
A fresh wave of guilt and remorse filled him.� He could not remember another time where he
had screwed up so bad.

Forgive me for

Eyes that wandered to flesh not your
own

Forgive me for

Lustful thoughts that drifted far from
you

Forgive me for

Hands that explored lands unknown

Forgive me for

Those endless nights of solitude

As Shuichi
strutted around the stage singing a song Ryuichi had only had a glimpse of on
the back of a napkin months ago, Ryuichi could not take in Shuichi�s new look
fast enough.� ��

Gone were
the long burgundy locks.� Instead, spiked
jet-black hair tousled with wax could be seen under a black top hat that was
tipped to the side over an eye.� Nails
painted purple gripped the microphone in his right hand that was wrapped in a
studded fingerless glove.� His free hand
held a black lacquered cane that he was using quite nimbly, to say the
least.� Under a deep purple trench coat
that was buttoned down to his navel, Ryuichi could see black knee high boots
laced up the front and a pair of shorts that appeared to have been poured on
the singer.

Ryuichi was
left speechless.

In
comparison, Hiro, Suguru, Ethan and Kevin were dressed conservatively in black
dress slacks, white button down dress shirts and for Suguru, who had always
been a little on the conservative side, a matching vest.

Taking a
step out of the shadows, Ryuichi watched hypnotized as Shuichi�s angelic voice
captured the attention of not only him, but also the thousands of fans crowding
the Centre.� Shuichi�s sexy, suggestive
moves entranced them.

Ryuichi
gulped.� He had never seen Shuichi like
this on stage before.

Just then,
Ryuichi caught Shuichi peer off stage into the wings and smile.� Ryuichi followed his gaze and even though he
could not see whom it was Shuichi was looking at, he had a very good idea whom
it was.� There was only one person who
could make Shuichi�s face light up like that.�
Eiri �Yuki� Uesugi.� Ryuichi
clutched his heart.� As the Convention
Centre rocked dangerously, a lone tear trickled unnoticed down Ryuichi�s cheek.

As
Shuichi�s statement of finality echoed in his head again, the words flowing out
of the speakers gripped his heart.

Tread softly

Beneath this fa�ade lies uncertainty

Misfortune is a cruel mistress

A blanket of rose petals turns into
cherry blossoms

Snapping the red string that used to
bind us

Is there any way to mend this rift

What is the truth behind this falsehood

Ryuichi caught himself furthering the distance between him and the
rising pop prince until he was one with the shadows.� Why had he come here?� After what he did, what could he possibly say
to Shuichi that Shuichi would actually listen to?

+---+---+

Something
caught his attention out in the audience, but when his cue came around all
excess thoughts were thrown to the wayside and quickly forgotten.

Forgive me for

A bed that grew empty and cold

Forgive me for

Unbidden thoughts of doubt

Forgive me for

My steely tongue that quarreled with my
heart

Forgive me for

Ignoring you when you called out to me

�Oh!�
Shuichi shouted as Hiro, on his Ritchie Blackmore Signature Model limited
edition black electric guitar (he had a cream and white home back home that was
personally singed by the English rock guitarist himself) strolled to the front
of the stage where Shuichi was dancing erotically and let his sleek instrument
sing.� Shuichi threw himself into the
song, losing himself.� He loved the feel
of those hazel eyes golden like the sun watching his every move from the
sidelines.

+---+---+

Out in the cooling
night air, Ryuichi halted his climb into the back of the taxi and looked up at
the Centre.� He could still hear
Shuichi�s voice floating passed him as it echoed on the wind.

How did we get to this point

Something has to be done

Neither of us can move on

While this uncertainty remains between
us

My heart aches to see the fiery
catastrophe

That has become of you and me

The ruins cannot be camouflaged

The scars will never fade

As Hiro�s
electric guitar sang into the night, Ryuichi gave a sad little smile, silently
said �goodbye� then disappeared into the cab as Shuichi�s voice continued to
resonate within the quad.� �Forgive me for/Allowing my pride to reject
you��

�Airport,�
he told the driver.

+---+---+

Tuesday Morning � NG
Productions Executive Offices � Tokyo,
Japan

Hesitantly,
he reached a hand out towards the phone, but jerked it back.� Just what did he think he was doing?� Tohma sighed wearily.� Had he not just promised Mika the other day
that he was not going to get involved in this nightmarish mess?� He had a feeling he was going to regret this
later, but despite his misgivings, Tohma picked up the phone and pressed speed
dial.� It went straight to voicemail.� He was not the least bit surprised.� �Against my better judgment,� Tohma said over
the line, �Ryu will be arriving at Narita this afternoon.�� As he hung up the phone and leaned back in
his chair, Tohma again wondered what exactly he was doing.

+---+---+

Tuesday Afternoon � Narita International
Airport � Tokyo, Japan

With his carry
on bag strapped across his chest, Ryuichi stepped over the threshold exiting
the boarding ramp into the airport.

Suddenly a
barrage of flashes ambushed him, stopping him dead.� Despite the dark sunglasses he sported, the
round robin strobe lights blinded him.�
Questions were hurled at lightning speed in his direction, one after
another.� Each reporter spewed out
nonsense louder than the next, each fighting to be heard and out scoop the
others.

�Sakuma-san!�

�Sakuma-san!�

�Look this way please!�

�What do you have to say to
your fans?�

�Sakuma-san!�

�Why did you go to Toronto?�

�Did you go to see
Shindou-san?�

�Sakuma-san!�

�Are you and Shindou-san
over?�

�What did Shindou-san have
to say about your underage lover?�

�Sakuma-san!�

�Are you going to continue
seeing that boy?�

�What does his family think
about your relationship with him?�

�Are you still in love with
Shindou-san?�

�Why did you cheat on
Shindou-san?�

The
questions continued, but Ryuichi ignored them all.

He was
jostled and shoved as the other passengers continued pouring off the
plane.� Some of them gave him looks
Ryuichi would rather not decipher, but instead Ryuichi paid them no heed.� He searched around and racked his brain
frantically as he tried desperately to find some way past the horde of annoying
flies buzzing around.

His way out
came from an unexpected source.

When his
cellphone began vibrating against his thigh from its snug hiding place inside
the deep front pocket of his pants, he was grateful for the distraction,
however minor it was.� The number on the
LCD screen stunned Ryuichi.� His eyebrows
shot up in surprise.

+---+---+

Panting
heavily, his face flushed and dripping with sweat, Ryuichi burst out of the
automatic doors, not entirely sure how he managed to get past the pack of
ravenous wolves.� Immediately the
sweltering summer heat slammed into him.�
His bag that had been slamming against his hip as he had raced through
the crowded airport finally rested quietly at his side.

Ryuichi
glanced around as he tried to slow his racing heart.� There!�
He spotted him leaning against his motorcycle with his arms crossed over
his chest and his ankles crossed in front of him.� �Tatsuha,� Ryuichi whispered.� Tears prickled his eyes.� He was not sure why he was crying, but he
was.� Feeling suddenly exhausted and
completely drained, Ryuichi gazed at the younger man through a thick veil of
tears.

Tatsuha
dropped his arms and straightening, slowly lifted his helmet off.� He smiled across the expanse separating him
from Ryuichi.� �Welcome home, Ryu-honey.�

With a sob,
Ryuichi launched himself into his forbidden lover�s arms.� It was good to be home.

+---+---+

Same Time - Skies above
Canada

�Are you sure?�

Eiri�s
voice seeped into Shuichi�s sleep muddled mind.�
Shuichi pried open lids that felt weighed down and peered at his beloved
through gritty eyes.� He gave a
halfhearted smile.� The other half was
long gone.� It had taken the first flight
to La La Land.� �Yeah,� Shuichi
answered.� He stifled a yawn.� He had been up for over twenty-four hours and
he was completely exhausted.

Daisuke had
woken him up bright and early the previous morning for rehearsal and then a
final run through of that night�s performance at the Toronto Convention
Centre.� Then it was off to the Toronto
Congress Centre where the anime convention had been held for the autograph
session.� Afterwards it was back to the
Convention Centre for the concert.� Like
their concert the other night in Pittsburg,
last night�s performance had run longer than expected and when it finally did
end, they had all trooped off to celebrate.�
The party had lasted late into the night.�

When they
went back to the hotel, Daisuke had called an unscheduled band meeting.� Everybody had groaned, bitched, moaned, and tried
to argue, but Daisuke wanted to know what their decision was before he would
allow them to head off to bed.� Were they
going to return to Tokyo and have the next two weeks off or continue onto
SugoiCon in Fort Mitchell, Kentucky next Friday or were they going to go on to
St. Catharine's, Ontario for the Garden City Anime Festival and then to
Winnipeg, Canada; Anaheim, California; Oshawa, Canada; Mesa, Arizona; Oxford,
Alabama and then Tokyo?

If the
events of last night had not happened, Shuichi was almost positive he would
have voted to stay on with ASK and rest of those on tour with Bad Luck,
especially after his mother�s older brother, the police officer turned private
detective, he had hired to follow and monitor Ryuichi after they had gotten back
together had e-mailed him photographs that proved that he was right not to
trust Ryuichi.

If he were
to be honest, if Ryuichi had only kept his mouth shut then there was a good
chance that Shuichi would have gone home with him and not Eiri.� It was pathetic and unfair to Eiri, but that
was honestly how events would have turned out.�
Despite the fact that he was no longer in love with Ryuichi and had
fallen immediately back in love with Eiri, he had been so confused and unsure
of what to do.

�But then
Ryuichi had opened his big mouth�

�Because I love him...I�ve always loved
him!� No matter what happens with Shuichi
and me, nothing�ll change between Tatsuha and me!�

�and
Shuichi�s choice was suddenly clear.� Not
only was he through being dishonored by his husband�s actions, but he was going
to go back to Tokyo
with Shuichi and together they would make up for the year that they had
lost.� He knew the guys were a little
disappointed about not being able to continue with the tour, but even without
knowing the details of what had transpired when they were asleep the night
before last, they seemed to understand.

Eiri
reached out and clasping Shuichi�s hand, laced their fingers together.� His eyes never leaving those hypnotic
obsidian jewels, he lifted their joined hands to his lips and pressed a chaste
kiss onto Shuichi�s knuckles, which caused Shuichi to blush.� Eiri chuckled.� When Shuichi yawned, Eiri reached out with
his free hand and traced a pattern on Shuichi�s cheek.� �Maybe you should get some sleep,� he whispered.� �You look tired.� I�ll wake you up when we land.�

Shuichi was
not about to protest.� He rubbed his
aching eye with his free hand.� Sleep
sounded like a very good idea right about now.�
After their impromptu band meeting this morning, they had breakfast then
went back to their rooms to pack before checking out and heading to the
airport.� Here it was dinnertime Tuesday
and this was the first opportunity he had to relax and get some sleep.� �Okay,� he mumbled already half asleep.� �I love you Eiri,� he yawned as his eyes
drooped shut.� Within seconds, he was
sound asleep.

An uncharacteristic smile graced Eiri�s face.� �Baka,�
he chuckled.

Eiri pried
Shuichi�s hand that seemed to have attached itself to his like a mutated
appendage as the boy slept and folded the armrest up between the seats.� Then he draped his arm around Shuichi�s
shoulders and pulled the comatose man towards him so that Shuichi was resting
against him.�

�I love
you, too,� he whispered, planting a kiss on Shuichi�s head.� Tilting his head back against the seat, he
hugged Shuichi tightly and closed his eyes.

+---+---+

A Couple Hours Later

Groggily,
Shuichi rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and untangled himself from Eiri�s
arms.� Stretching the kinks out of his
body, he slid to the edge of the seat, glanced over at his blond lover and
smiled.� He was sound asleep.� It should be a crime to be so sexy.� Shuichi reached out and tucked a stray strand
of sandy blond hair behind Eiri�s ear.�
As much as he would love to just sit here and gaze love struck into
Eiri�s face, he really needed to pee.

Standing
up, Shuichi cautiously squeezed by Eiri, who was sitting in the aisle seat, and
tried very carefully not to disturb him.�
Eiri had been up just as long as he had.�
Shuichi scurried down the aisle through the plane to the bathroom
located towards the back.� He noted that
a great deal of the passengers on the flight had also decided to take a
nap.� Others were watching some movie he could not identify while the rest
were either reading, working on laptops or speaking with their neighbors.� There were a few people just staring out the
window.

He was
grateful that once he finally located the bathroom it was currently
unoccupied.� Shuichi squeezed himself
into the hole in the wall and shut the door behind him, making sure it was
locked and flicked the light on.� When he
turned around, he noticed that whoever was in here before him had left a
magazine behind.�

Bending
over, he picked it up and turned it to the front page.� A slow grin spread across his face.� It was The Sun, a notorious tabloid
magazine.� Splashed on the front page was
a picture that Shuichi recognized immediately.�
It was one of the photos that Uncle Naoki had emailed him.� �Cheating
Rock Star Caught in Passionate Embrace with Lover,� the bold headlines
screamed.� Shuichi tossed the magazine
carelessly to the floor with a sly smirk.�
He pondered about where the fine folks at The Sun had acquired
such a scoop as this.

Chuckling,
Shuichi turned to the toilet.� Standing
over it, he reached inside the front pocket of his jeans and found something
small, hard and round.� He pulled his
hand out.� Laying his hand out flat, he
stared down at a silver band as he remembered the events from the other night.

---

�It�s the same shit, Ryu!� Each and every fucking time and I have had
it!� It�s over!� I�m through playing games with you!� And I threw my ring away so that makes us
even!�

Ryuichi�s heart went cold.� �What?� he breathed.

Shuichi held up his ringless hand and
wiggled his fingers with a mock expression on his face.

---

Holding the
ring to the light, he read the engraving one last time.� �Forever � Yours � Forever � Mine,� it said.

Shuichi
barked.� �Bullshit.�� Unceremoniously, he tipped his hand and
watched the ring drop into the toilet.� Flushing the toilet, he watched as the band
vanished.� �Have a nice life�Sakuma.�

---TBC---

Preview: Epilogue.

A/N:�
For the song, I took four of my poems and wove them together to form a
song.� They are: �A Glimpse of Death�, �Forgive Me For�, �Waiting
for the Day When the Moonlight Shines on Us�,
�Let�s Watch That Scene Again�. �I hope it worked.� What did you think?� It�s not over yet. �Next up, Ryuichi gets a taste of his own
medicine.� Isn�t life funny that way?
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