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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: Two months later.�
Shuichi finally emerges from his coma.

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

Insert:� references from chapter 13

A/N: Like some
of my other stuff, this was out previously.�
Thank you to i love athrun,
UnratedCrimsonBlood, catbaker, Undead Gothic Princess, Acherona, fahaar for your reviews.

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(Last Time)

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.

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Chapter 16: Waking Up

Two
months later - January

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as I
yawned.� My jaw popped and my eyes
watered.� I was lying on the floor
staring blankly at the ceiling, or what I assumed was the ceiling.� There was nothing for as far as the eye could
see.� Frowning, I propped
myself up with my elbows
and glanced around in confusion.� Where
am I?� What was going on?� There was absolutely nothing to see.� It was an endless sea of nothingness.� The vast whiteness seemed to go on forever.

I sat up and tried to get to my feet, but
fast realized they were not moving.� I
stared at them with a frown.� Watching
them intently, I flexed my feet, then my toes, but nothing happened.� My legs remained as still as a corpse with
rigor mortis.� I quickly grew
frustrated.� Holding my breath, I willed
my legs to move, even if it was just a twitch.�
I exhaled noisily when once again nothing happened

�Dammit.�

Once more, I tried to bend my legs so I
could stand up, but it was useless.� I
could not move them.� Silent laughter
bubbled up inside of me.� I could not
move my legs.� My laughter turned to sobs
of frustration.� Tears filled my eyes, blurring
my vision.� I slammed fisted hands into
my thighs and wept harder, my silent sobs turning into heart wrenching wails
when I felt absolutely nothing.

No!�
This was not happening!

With a muffled scream, I slammed my fists
into the floor.� I suddenly froze and
blinked back my tears as I heard the loud splash and felt something cold, wet
and slimy encase my fist.� Lifting my
hand, I stared at the dark red coating dripping onto the cold, white floor.

�What in the�?�

Curious and confused, I glanced down at
the red puddle that circled me, trapping me like a lone island in the middle of
the sea.� My pulse quickened.� I had a bad feeling.� Where was all this blood coming from?� I glanced down at myself and gasped.� My heart skipped a beat.� For the first time, I realized my pants were
saturated in the thick, syrupy liquid.�
It was as if someone had washed them in a basin of blood and put them
back on me still dripping wet.� With my
heart beating a rapid tempo in my chest, a horrific thought flooded over me.� Was this blood coming from�me?� I sobbed and fresh tears traced already worn
groves down my cheeks.� This was not
happening!� Dear Kami-sama, this was not
happening!� Trembling, bloody hands flew
to my belly.� Please let this be just
another nightmare!

Suddenly, a loud hiss reverberated through
the white chamber.� Startled, I glanced
around.� Right there, behind me, what had
sounded like escaping air was a section of the white nothingness vanishing into
a door-sized section of absolute blackness.�
There was no way in hell I was going to go through that doorway, even if
it was to get out of here and back home to Eiri.

In stereo, a double dose of what again
sounded like escaping air echoed through the space.� A quick look told me the doorway to nowhere was
gone.� There was not even a seam to
indicate one had ever been there.� Out of
the corner of my eye, I noticed another chunk of space had vanished.� This time, instead of a starless, lightless
room on the other side, there was what appeared to be a small, private room.

Confused and a little curious, I studied
the room.� In the center of the bedroom
was a single hospital bed with white crisp sheets and a wool blanket folded at
the foot.� Surrounding the headboard was
a variety of machines that blinked and beeped.�
I had no idea what any of them were.�
Part of me did not want to know.�
A window on the wall was covered by white blinds.� Opposite were two chairs the same muddy brown
as the wool blanket, the only color in the lifeless room.� There was a lump underneath the sheet on the
bed.

I gulped, wiping at the drying tears with
the backs of my bloody hands.

Into the picture stepped a man I knew all
too well.� I gasped at the rumbled form
of my husband.� His blond hair was
sticking on end and was in desperate need of a cut.� His handsome face was hidden behind a grizzly
mass of coarse beard hair.� Dark circles
made him look like he had two black eyes.�
His face was gaunt and his clothes were loose and baggy as if he had not
been eating.

�Eiri,� I sobbed.� My vision blurred behind a veil of
tears.� Eiri was not taking care of
himself!� �Eiri,� I whined again.� Nothing was more important than the health
and well-being of my soul mate, nothing.

Frantic to get to the man I loved more
than anything I flopped onto my stomach.�
Grunting and gritting my teeth against the effort, I used my arms to
drag myself towards my husband.� A red
trail followed in my wake.� I huffed and
puffed, the effort of dragging my half-lifeless body across the floor strained
the muscles in my arms.� In a short
matter of time, they began to shake uncontrollably.

Through tear-blurred vision, my sobs
barely heard over the fierce beating of my heart, I watched my husband dragged
one of the chairs by the door towards the bed.�
The blond writer reached out, clasped a small hand between his own, and
placed a kiss on the knuckles.

I had to get to my husband.� �Eiri,� I sob hysterically.� �Eiri!�

Tears gushed freely down my face.� I forgot about my paralyzed legs dragging lifelessly
behind me and my blood soaked pants and what that implied.� I ignored my cramping arm muscles,
everything.� The only thing on my mind
now was getting to Eiri.

The door was now only inches away.� A sudden surge of adrenaline pushed me
forward.� I settled myself onto the floor
and reached out with one hand while the other one clawed at the floor,
propelling me onward.

�Eiri,� I cried.� �Eiri!�

As I crawled towards my husband, I
unconsciously crossed the threshold.� The
room began to brighten and dissolve into a blinding white light.

�Eiri!�

---

Eiri settled himself into the
uncomfortable chair and reached out to brush aside a stray strand of hair from
his beloved's face.� He smiled softly
down at him.� �Hey, baby,� he whispered.� �Riku says �hi�.� He said he�d stop by after school.� Of course he tried to get out of going to
school all together once again.�� He
snorted.� �He really is your son.�� He sniffed and wiped at a stray tear.� �Oh!�
You got tons of �get well' cards in the mail again today and another
couple hundred stuffed animals and flowers.��
Eiri smiled.� �We're going to have
to either get a bigger place or rent a second apartment just for all these damn
things you seem to collect.�

Behind him, the door creaked open.

Eiri turned and watched as a small, blond
haired figure stepped into the room.

�Or you could donate the stuff to an
orphanage,� Tohma Seguchi suggested.

The writer thought about that.� It was not such a bad idea.� Mizuki was always trying to get him to do
something to help overcome the womanizing, playboy image he had not been able
to shake, even though he had been a committed and loving partner for at least
ten years.� Besides, donating the
thousands of toys and other gifts Shuichi had received over the
years by his fans would free a lot of space in the apartment, space they could
be using in the near future.� Shuichi
might not like that he was going to get rid of his things without his
permission, but that was an issue they could discuss later.

�Do it,� croaked the broken whisper.

Eiri froze.� His eyes grew wide.� Afraid it was just his imagination, he turned
slowly around.� He was vaguely aware of
his brother-in-law dashing out the door, his footsteps vanishing down the
hall.� Eiri's mind blanked as he stared
at the man on the bed.

Violet
eyes blinked up at him.� Cracked, dry lips moved into a smile.� �Ei...ri.�

�S�Shu�Shuichi?�� Eiri was floored.� Was this a dream or reality?� He could not tell any more.� Every night for the past two months, he has had a
reoccurring dream where he walks into the hospital room to find his husband
awake, greeting him with a smile only to realize it was all a dream and his
husband was still asleep.� �Is it�Are
you�?�� He reached out with a trembling
hand and traced the thin face.

The muscles in his face protested as
Shuichi smiled.� �Eiri,� he whispered
with more confidence as his vocal cords got used to working again.� He licked his lips and took in his husband's
haggard appearance, his smile slipping.� �You
look�like shit,� he whispered brokenly.

The blond writer threw himself at the
smaller man, being careful of the wires.�
�Thank God,� he cried into Shuichi's hair.� He held his husband in a viselike grip.� If this truly was a dream, he never wanted to
wake up.� Pulling back, he clamped his
hands on either side of his husband's head and stared deeply into his
eyes.� �God, Shuichi�� He did not realize he was crying until
Shuichi scooped up a tear and licked the drop of water off his finger.� Eiri kissed Shuichi long and hard, still
crying, and then engulfed him in a bone-crunching hug.�

Shuichi smiled as he wrapped his arms
around his husband.� Eiri was making it
difficult to breathe and was crushing him to death, but took it all in
stride.� As he felt his usually reserved
husband's body shake with sobs, Shuichi cried with him- unable to stop himself-
and stroked his blond hair, comforting him.�
�I think�you missed me.�

�Baka,� Eiri cried, hugging him
tighter.

Shuichi unconsciously tried to move, to get
more comfortable and pull his husband down next to him, but realized all too
quickly that no matter what he did, nothing worked.� His eyes popped open.� Pulling back from his husband, he stared at
his legs.� �E�Eiri.�

Eiri cupped Shuichi's face, staring
tenderly at him.� �What love?�

�My legs�why won't they�?�

Eiri grew still.� ��Shuichi-�

The door to the private hospital room
sprang open.

In stepped a winded Dr. Ohtani whose face
was red and drenched in sweat.�
�Shindou-san,� the man breathed, trying to catch his breath.

Behind him was Tohma, who seemed as cool
as always.� �Hello, Shindou-san.� It's good to see you finally awake.�

Shuichi smiled at both men.� Just as the door was closing, he caught sight
of two black men-standing sentry outside of the door.� Shuichi remembered from the last time Bad
Luck and Nittle Grasper toured together.�
His smile slipped.� But what were
they doing here?� What happened to Jacob
and Ko�?

---

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

��

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

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

��

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

��

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

---

When he saw their still, unmoving bodies,
he had known, though part of Shuichi had hoped that they had just been knocked
unconscious.� He felt a strong surge of
guilt for the deaths of his guards.� They
may have been tricked by Yasashii Rinjin, but they were dead because they were
supposed to protecting him.� �Jacob and
Koji...did-?�

Tohma nodded.� �NG took care of all funeral expenses and
arrangements.� We even set up
scholarships for their children.�

Shuichi nodded.� It was the least they could do, but still�

�Stop it,� Eiri snapped.� �Don't you even start blaming yourself.�

Shuichi blinked and turned towards his
husband in shock.� Was he that easy to
read?

�They were tricked by that bastard and
died in the line of duty.� They knew the
risks and the consequences when they became bodyguards.�

Shuichi nodded.� Eiri was right, but he still could not help
but feel a little guilty because he was still alive.

�Survivor's guilt,� Dr. Ohtani said aloud.

The others stared at him, waiting for him
to explain.

�It happens all the time.� You have a bunch of people living through the
same experience.� Some die and some make
it out alive.� We will have one of our
counselors come in and talk to you, Shindou-san.� Alright?�

Shuichi was not too sure about a shrink,
but he nodded.

�I'll go call the others,� Tohma
said.� �They've all been very
worried.�� He tipped his head and left
the room.

Eiri stood up and walked around the bed to
stand on the other side, giving the doctor room to examine Shuichi.� He laced their hands together.� He vowed to never let Shuichi go.

Shuichi gave his hand a gentle squeeze and
smiled up at him.�

Eiri bent over and brushed their lips
together.� He smiled, thinking how cute
Shuichi was when he blushed.

�Do you remember what happened?� the
doctor asked.

A picture of a pitch-black room flashed
through Shuichi�s mind.� He recalled that
falsely sweet voice calling out, �Shu-han.��
There was a carpeted hallway and a scuffle.� He remembered Eiri bursting through the front
door of the apartment to save him.� He
had decked that bastard Rinjin, then�The last thing he could remember was
feeling a sense of weightlessness and a pair of horrified golden eyes vanishing
room view, then nothing.� He took a
shaking breath.� �I fell.�� Shuichi shook his head.� �What happened to�?�

�Rinjin-san?�

He nodded.

�Rinjin-san did not make it.�

�Bastard broke his neck,� Eiri supplied.

Shuichi's eyes widened in shock.� Another surge of guilt flooded through
him.� All he had been trying to do was
stop him.� He had not meant to kill the
man.� What had he done?� �I�I didn't mean to,� he cried.� �I just�I tried to stop!� I didn't�Eiri!�

Eiri sighed and rolled his eyes.� It was as if they had gone back in time.� Shuichi had not pulled this in years.� Maybe that concussion had done something to
his head.� �Baka,� he snapped,
tired of it already.� �Stop with the fucking ego trip!� Stop fucking thinking
everything is your fault!� It was not
your fault the railing snapped.� The
police checked it out and discovered the support was loose.� The damn thing would have fallen over had you
sneezed on it!�

Shuichi blinked tear filled eyes.� �Really?� he asked softly.

�Yes, really,� Eiri assured him just as
softly.� �Baka,� he added for good
measure.

�So you don't-?�

Eiri growled.

�Ow!��
Shuichi's hands flew to the back of his head.� �What the hell was that for?�

�Oh my,� Dr, Ohtani muttered.

�If you even utter those words, I swear I
really will hate your guts,� he hissed.

A bright smile lit Shuichi's face.� Eiri could not help but smile back.� His energy and optimism were contagious.

Dr. Ohtani smiled softly.� It was obvious that the two of them really
did love each other.� It was as plain as
the nose on his face.� His smile fell as
he realized he would have to be the barer of bad news and erase that smile off
his patient's face.� �Shindou-san,� he
sighed.

Shuichi tore his gaze away from his
husband with much difficulty.

�There are a few things we need to
discuss.� First things first.�� The doctor paused to take a breath.� �I don't know if you're aware of this, but
you've been in a coma for two months.�

That surprised Shuichi.� Two months?� That was
hard to believe.� Shuichi shook his head.

Dr. Ohtani exchanged a look with Eiri over
the singer's head.� �There's no easy way
for me to say this�but, I'm sure you are already well aware�that your legs��

Shuichi's smile vanished as he remembered
his unresponsive limbs and blood soaked pants from his dream.� He dropped his gaze to his legs stuck under
the sheet.� He tried once again to make
them move, even a little bit, but like before, they remained stubbornly
still.� It was like the link between them
and his brain had been severed or compromised in some way.� Fresh tears filled his eyes.� Did this mean he could never walk again?� That he would be stuck in a wheelchair?� He almost laughed aloud as he realized he had
been looking forward to some much-needed R&R, but this was not how he
pictured getting his time off.� �I'm
paralyzed,� Shuichi muttered.� A heavy
weight settled on his shoulders.� His
throat tightened and his tears trailed down his face.� There, I said it, he thought sadly.� I cannot walk.� He chuckled softly.� �I'm paralyzed.�

Eiri glanced at his husband with a
frown.� He laid his free hand on his
shoulder and squeezed it gently.� He
startled when Shuichi shook his hands away.

�Don't touch me,� the singer hissed,
sobbing.� �Just don't�touch me!�

�Shuichi, what-?�

�Stop,� Shuichi screamed, batting the
writer's hands away.

Dr. Ohtani had seen this coming.� It always happens.� �Shindou-san, it's not as bad as-�

Shuichi shook his head.� �Just�How can you�?�� He buried his face in his hands and
sobbed.� He was half a man.� Broken.�
Forever would he be dependent on someone else.� He would need help to go to the bathroom, to
get in and out of bed, to just get up the steps to their bedroom.� Eiri told him, it seems like several hundred
times, that he hated how clingy Shuichi was.�
So, how different was it now?�
Eiri would have to take care of him like the invalid that he was.� How could Eiri want a man that would not be
able to even take a piss by himself?� How
could he say, �I love you� to a paralyzed man?�
Was it just pity or out of a sense of obligation?� He did not know how he would be able to
accept it if that was the case.� He was
just a useless, half-dead man that did not deserve the love and support of
those around him.

Eiri studied his husband in growing
disgust.� Shuichi's emotions played
across his face like a movie screen.�
�You stupid asinine�� Eiri snapped
angrily.� He slapped his husband upside
the head once again.� He could not
believe the thing that went through Shuichi's mind.

Shuichi's head snapped forward and he
hissed in pain.� He covered the bump on
the back of his head.� Tears continued to
pour down his face.� �How,� he cried
softly.� �How could-?�

�Shut up you stupid idiot,� Eiri yelled.

�But-�

�No!�
I do not want to hear any more of your ego trips, hear me?� I nearly lost you, you damn brat!�� Eiri pulled Shuichi to him, hugging him
close.� �Idiot,� he whispered.� �Do you have any idea what you've put me through these past two
months?�

Shuichi buried his face in the crook of
his husband's neck and bawled, his body shaking with his sobs.� He wrapped his arms around the man's waist.

�I don't care if you can't walk,
Shu-chan,� Eiri continued.� �I'll be your
legs!� I'll carry you everywhere!� Besides,� he added, �it just means you won't
be running all over the house and jumping me the second I come into the door.�

That got Shuichi laughing.� He slapped Eiri's arm.

�And we'll have to come up with some more creative
ways to have sex,� Eiri whispered huskily.

A rosy blush tinted Shuichi's face.� He peeked at the doctor before burying his
face in Eiri's chest, embarrassed he would say such a thing in public.

�Besides,� the writer continued, �Dr.
Ohtani said there's a possibility that you might be able to walk again.�

Shuichi pulled away from Eiri with a
gasp.� He stared at him in shock, and
then turned towards his doctor with wide hopeful eyes.� �Really?�
Is that true?�

Dr. Ohtani nodded.� �Yes, it is.�
We could do two things.� One,
there is surgery that would repair the damage sustained during your fall.� This could help you to walk again, but there
is also a chance that the surgery may cause you permanent paralysis.� Two, you could skip the surgery and go straight
to rehab.� Either way, if you learn how
to walk again, you will most likely have to use a cane for the rest of your
life.�

Shuichi felt as if all his energy had been
sucked out of him.� He slid out of his
husband's arms and collapsed onto the bed.�
He was not sure what was better.�
He had a better chance at walking again if he went in for the surgery,
but if the surgery failed, he would not get a second shot.� On the other hand, there was always a chance
that he would walk if he went straight to rehab.� He leaned his head back against his pillows
and stared at the ceiling, fighting the need to cry.

�Don't worry about it now.� Sleep on it.�
Alright?�

Shuichi nodded.

�In the mean time, there are a few other
things we need to discuss.�� Dr. Ohtani paused
and took a deep breath.� �In the fall,
you received a mild concussion.� Are you
experiencing any headaches, lightheadedness, memory problems�anything at all?�

Shuichi shook his head to each of them.

�Good,� Dr. Ohtani nodded.� �You also broke arms and legs.� They have healed completely.� Are you experiencing any pain or discomfort?�

Shuichi again shook his head.� His arms felt fine, but as for his legs�How
was he supposed to know?

�Good.�
Good.�� Once again, the doctor
exchanged a knowing look with Eiri.� He
glanced down at the singer.�
�Shindou-san, in the fall��

Shuichi blindly reached out for his
husband's hand.� When Eiri linked their
fingers together, the singer's vision blurred with fresh tears and his throat
tightened as he fought back his sobs.�
His other hand flew to his flat stomach.�
The image of his bloodied pants popped into his mind.� �My baby��

Dr. Ohtani shook his head.� �I'm sorry, Shindou-san.�

A loud sob burst from the singer's
lips.� He let go of Eiri's hand and buried
his face in his hands.� He had hoped all
that blood had been from some internal injury, not from the life he and his
husband had created together.

Eiri studied his husband sadly.� He rubbed
his back in slow
lazy circles.� �It's alright,
Shu-chan.� We'll try again.� That's all.�

Again?�
Try again?� As in get a
replacement?� No, that was not
right.� Children were not things.� �No,� whispered through his tears, shaking
his head.

Eiri's hand stilled.� �What?�

Shuichi lifted his head.� �No.��
He turned a red face shinny with shed tears towards his husband.� �I�I can't!�
Please!� I don't want�I don't
think��

�Shh,� Eiri hushed the depressed man,
enveloping him in his arms.� �It's
alright, Shu.� I sorta got used to the
idea of having a baby with you, but if it's not something you want to do��

�What?��
Shuichi sniffed and stared at Eiri through his tears in shock.� �You mean�You're not angry that I never told
you�?�� He stared at his husband
astonished.� �A-and you�you want��

Eiri smiled at the man.� Cupping Shuichi's cheek, he wrapped his other
arm around his waist and nodded.� �When I
first heard you'd had a miscarriage, I thought it was all a mistake that they'd
looked at the wrong x-rays, or something.�
Then Dr. Ohtani told me about you being a hermaphrodite.�� He shook his head.� �I couldn't�I thought he was joking.� I mean, only plants and animals can be
hermaphrodites.� I've never heard of a
human�I mean there are transvestites, but that�s completely different�It took
me awhile to wrap my mind around the fact that not only was the doctor not
joking, but the fact that you'd lied to me for ten years.�

Tears tickled down Shuichi's face.� �I'm sorry!�
I-�

�I'm still a little mad that you've been
lying to me but �I've had time to think about it and�I would love to have a
baby with you.�

With a sob, Shuichi cried into his
husband's button down dress shirt.

�Who else knows?� Eiri asked quietly as he
rubbed his hand in lazy circles around his husband's back.

Shuichi lifted his head and wiped at his
tear-drenched face.� �Just, uhm, my
parents, Maiko and Dr. Ohtani.�

�Why didn't you ever tell me?�

�I was afraid, I guess,� he muttered,
wrapping his arms around Eiri's waist and leaning against his chest.

�Of what?�

�That you would think I was some sort of
freak and that you'd leave me.�� He
stared earnestly into his husband's face.�
�When I thought you'd leave me, I just�I just couldn't face you!� I couldn't tell you!�

�Oh, Shu.��
Eiri hugged Shuichi tightly.� �I
won't leave you because of that!� I love
you for you!� I fell in love with you,
not your gender, not because of who you are or aren't�You.�

With tears trialing down his face, Shuichi
squeezed Eiri, thankful his fears had been dumbfounded.

Dr. Ohtani cleared his throat, slightly
embarrassed to be witnessing such a private moment.� �Uhm, Shindou-san, Uesugi-san, I have other
patients that I must see to, but if either of you have any questions, or
anything, press the call button next to the bed and the nurses will be happy to
help you.� In the morning, we'll do a
full physical exam, alright?�

Shuichi nodded and wiped his wet face.

�Oh and the police are going to want to
speak with you about what happened.�

The color drained from Shuichi's face as
the events of that day circled in his head.�
He trembled as he stared at the doctor.�
All he wanted was to forget.�

�Now get some sleep.� I'll see you in the morning.�

�Thank you, Doctor,� Eiri said, bowing.

Dr. Ohtani bowed back, said goodbye and
left the two lovers alone.

Eiri pulled away from Shuichi and reached
into his pocket.� �I think this belongs
to you,� he told his husband holding his hand.

Shuichi blinked and sitting back, held out
hand.� A smile brightened through the
tears.� �My wedding ring.�� He started to slip it back on, but Eiri
snatched it out of his fingers.�
�Huh?� Eiri, wha-?�

Holding the small hand within his, Eiri
gently slid the gold band onto his husband's ring finger, right where it
belonged.� He lifted Shuichi's hand and placed
an open mouth kiss on the deep, rich rose Sri Lanka Spinal.� �I love you Shindou Shuichi,� he confessed,
holding his hands lightly within his own, his thumb rubbing over the wedding
ring.

Shuichi blushed deeply.� �I love you, too, Uesugi Eiri.�

Eiri pulled his husband against him,
snuggling against him.� It felt so good
to be holding his little baka again.

Shuichi giggled and pulled away.� �No booty until you freshen up.�� He ran a hand over the foreign hair
growth.� �Especially not until you shave
this Ewoke from your face.�� He jabbed a
finger into the writer's stomach.� �And
eat something.� You look like you're
wasting away.�

Eiri snorted.� �Anything else, Master?�

�Nothing for now,� Shuichi laughed.

Eiri nudged him over and lay down besides him.� He wrapped him close.� �Shu�I'm sorry,� he whispered against
Shuichi's hair after several minutes of silence.

�Huh?��
Shuichi tried to pry himself away to get a better look at Eiri's face,
but the man's grip on him was unmovable.

�I was an idiot for not listening to you
about Rinjin.�

Shuichi smiled.� Usually, he argued with Eiri whenever he
apologized because in his mind, Eiri could do no wrong.� He, Shuichi, was the
idiot who screwed everything up.� But he has learned to savor those moments
when Eiri decided to step off his high horse and apologize like the rest of the
common folk.� He always ended up
accepting it anyway.� So, why bother?

Suddenly a huge yawn seized him.

Eiri chuckled.� Shuichi was more predictable than the
weather.� Not surprising, all his crying
and the roller coaster ride his emotions have gone on seemed to have taken
their toll on the singer.� Sliding off
the bed, Eiri placed a chaste kiss on Shuichi's head.� �Get some sleep.� I�ll be back later with Riku.� Freshly shaven and after having eaten,� he
added when Shuichi opened his mouth.

Shuichi pushed himself down on the bed and
snuggled under the blankets.� Eiri leaned
over and brushed their lips together.� �I
love you, Eiri.�

�I know.�

With a smile on his
face, Shuichi closed his eyes and fell into a restful slumber.

---TBC---

Preview:� �A
Reunion�

A/N:�
Yeah!� Shuichi woke up!� But will he learn how to walk again?� Stay tuned to find out!
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This I Promise You (edited & revised)