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Chapter List
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- 17
- 18
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: One month later.�
Eiri makes Shuichi a promise and then they get a surprising visitor.

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.

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

(Last Time)

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.

+---+---+

Chapter 17: A Reunion

One
month later - February

I wake disoriented from a deep, dreamless
slumber to find myself surrounded by an eternal night.� It is a thick impenetrable darkness, a pea
soup of black nothingness so dense I could see nothing, not the vague shape of
objects surrounding me, or my hand in front of my face.� I can hear nothing but the pounding of my own
heart and the sound of my own ragged breathing.�
There was no breeze rustling through the trees, no birds chirping, and
no crying squirrels.� I could not hear
the constant noise of the city.� There
was nothing.

Out of the darkness came a vague shape.� Then it popped
suddenly in front of me, hovering in
my face.� It was as if I lost a moment of time.� I try to scream but nothing comes out.� Shock envelopes me.

My attention is caught by the pale white
skeletal hand.� I try to crawl away from
it but my legs refuse to budge.� It is as
they are encased in cement blocks.�
Gritting my teeth, I continue to jerk my lead weight limbs, but it is
futile.

I feel something against my cheek.� It is a soft, gentle, warm and loving
touch.� It gives me comfort and makes me
feel good, but suddenly, like a switch being flicked, it becomes harsh, rough,
cold and threatening.� Where the hand is
becomes cold and icy that quickly spreads, chasing away my warmth.� My teeth start to chatter and I shake, my
whole body tightening in reaction.

Try as I might, not only can I not get my
legs to move, but now nothing is responding.

I squeeze my eyes shut.� Tears slipped out from under my lids and make
trails down my cheeks.� I am so cold it
surprises me that my tears do not turn to ice crystals.

Another hand on my thigh.� I gasp audibly, but still I cannot make any
vocal sounds.

Suddenly the cold vanishes, as does the
hand on my face and thigh.� Warmth
spreads quickly back into my body.� Then
movement returns to the upper half of my body.�
Though, my legs still felt like they were trapped in stone.

A choked cry escapes my lips, as the
ground underneath me becomes the same consistency as quicksand.� I start to sink into the gross mass.� It feels like a sponge that has become too
waterlogged to hold any more liquid.� I
try struggling against the suction, but it only succeeds in making me sink
faster.

Vaguely, I am aware that the cool liquid
engulfing me is thicker than water and has a strange smell to it, almost
metallic-y, but then all thought vanished as everything around me
disappeared.� I was suddenly freefalling
from a lofty height.� The only thing I
see is a pair of horror filled golden hazel eyes as the sound of rushing air
filled my ears.

---

The sound of screaming from room 513
startled the two bodyguards.� They
stormed into the room with weapons drawn.�

It brought a deeply engrossed writer out
of the world he was creating where the male lead had fallen into a deep state
of despair after his lover had fallen into a coma after the dilapidated
building they were inspecting collapsed around them.� Eiri caught his laptop as it slid off his lap
when he flew to his feet.� Setting his
computer onto the chair besides him, he rushed to his husband's side.� Enveloping his screaming and thrashing lover
in his arms, he glanced at the two men Tohma hired to protect them and
nodded.� They holstered their guns and
left the room, shutting the door behind them.

All of them were used to Shuichi's
nightmares by now, but the men still jumped the gun.� �It's better to be safe than sorry,� they claimed.� Already, Eiri liked these guys better than
Koji and Jacob.� No offense, but
Shuichi's other bodyguards had been nothing more than fancy accessories.� They were there to look threatening, nothing
more.

�Shuichi,� Eiri called softly.� He winced as the singer's screams deafened
him.� �Shu-chan.� Baby.��
He cursed and doubled over in pain when Shuichi�s foot connected with
his side.� That was it.� Growling, Eiri shook his husband.� �Snap the hell out of it before I give you
something to really scream about!�� When
in doubt, give him either an order or a threat.�
It was the only way to snap Shuichi out of it.� Silence immediately
descended upon the hospital room and Shuichi stilled in the writer's arms.� Eiri stepped back, rubbing his bruised side
and watched as violet eyes fluttered open.

Shuichi stared about him in confusion and
growing fright. �He started to
hyperventilate.� When he finally caught
sight of Eiri standing besides the bed, relief flooded across his face.� �Eiri,� he smiled.� He reached out for his husband but the blond
man only stared at him with a strange look on his face as he held a hand over
his side. �Concern and worry filled Shuichi.�
�Eiri,� he called.� He sat up and
studied his husband closely.� �Eiri, what's wrong?�

Eiri could do nothing but point.

Shuichi looked where Eiri was pointing,
suspicious, and then back at his husband.�
�Eiri�� He cut himself off.� His eyes
widened.� He
glanced back down at his legs.� While his
left one still lay straight and still, his right leg lay bent, the bottom of
his foot lying against his left thigh.�
He could feel the roughness of the bottom
of his foot as
it lay against his leg.� �Eiri.��
He lifted a shocked face to his husband, an identical expression on his
face.� �Eiri, m-my��

Eiri got hold of himself.� Flinging back the sheet, he stared down at
the leg.� �Try moving it again,� he
ordered.

�Huh?�
Are you sure?�� Shuichi looked at
his leg, doubtful, and bit his lip.� More
than anything, he would like to be able to walk out of this hospital and get
back to his old, normal life, but it has been a month since he awoke from his
coma and he has not even felt so much as an itch in the lower half of his body.� He turned thoughtful.� �You know, being trapped here sucks.� It's so boring.� I want to go home.�

��

Eiri sighed heavily.� He felt the beginnings of a headache.�

Shuichi has lost almost all his
privileges, which included the TV, any and all music devices and his cellphone
in the last thirty days.� The hospital
staff was learning what Eiri already knew.�
Shuichi was loud, annoying and obnoxious.� So to keep him from disturbing the other
patients, he was cut off.�
Completely.� Eiri really wished
they had not done that.� An annoying
Shuichi was better then a bored Shuichi.

��

�Stupid doctor,� Shuichi muttered.� Dr. Ohtani
wanted Shuichi to stay in the hospital a little while
longer, but staying cooped up here was driving him crazy and he in turn was
driving Eiri, his guards and the hospital staff insane.� �But now I might be able to go home, right?� I mean my foot, right.� You saw it, right?�� He turned pleading eyes towards his husband.� �I can go home now, right?�� He turned his head and clucked his tongue in
disgust.� �What am I saying? �Idiot.�
Not only will I be able to go home, but this means I won't be paralyzed for the rest of my life.�� He turned to glance at Eiri, his eyes
glistening with tears.� �I can finally get out of here and go home and be with my Eiri and-�

�Just do it,� Eiri sighed in faked
annoyance, cutting off Shuichi's train of thought.

Shuichi gulped and nodded.� He looked
down at his leg and
laughed in delight as he watched his foot flex.� He glanced at his husband with a huge smile
on his face.� �It moved!�

Despite himself, Eiri felt tears welling
up in his eyes as he watched Shuichi's leg move one centimeter at a time until
his foot was pressed up against the opposite knee.� He could not believe it.

�Eiri,� Shuichi cried.

Eiri looked at his husband.� Tears flowed down Shuichi's face.� A smile graced Eiri's lips as Shuichi flung
himself at him with a squeal.� Eiri
wrapped his arm around his husband, holding him tightly as the smaller man cried
onto his shoulder.� A tear slipped down
the writer's face unseen.

Both turned as the door creaked open.� In stepped Riku.

�Riku,� Shuichi exclaimed through his
tears

Riku, in his black school uniform and with
his thirty-pound backpack slung over his shoulder, looked from Shuichi to
Eiri.� �What?�

+---+---+

The Nakano residence was quiet as both mother and
son slept.� Hiro took a long drag of his cigarette as he noted the
time.� Blowing out a thin line of smoke into the late evening air, he glanced over
his shoulder at the phone sitting on the end table in the living room through
the closed patio door.� He crushed
out the cigarette
butt in the ashtray.� He had been trying to cut back, for the sake
of the baby, but when he burst into Rinjin's apartment and saw his best friend lying
in a boneless heap�He knew Ayaka disapproved of his smoking habit, but she also
understood.

Sighing, Hiro leaned his head back against
the side of the apartment building, one leg dangling off the side of the
concrete railing he was sitting on and the other bent before him.

�Shuichi��

From what he heard from the others,
Shuichi was going crazy in the hospital.�
Apparently Shuichi wanted to go home so badly he could taste it, but the
doctor wanted to keep Shuichi at the hospital in order to more closely monitor
his progress, or rather lack there of.

��

He wished-

The shrill ringing of the phone had Hiro
tumbling off the side of the balcony with a curse.� At the same time, Kazahaya announced he was
up with that loud siren wail of his.� He cursed
again, tripping over his coffee cup that had been sitting at his feet that he
had forgotten about.� The black liquid
spilled in an ever-widening arc, but Hiro ignored the mess.� He tossed open the patio doors and raced into
the apartment.� Hiro picked up the phone
mid-ring.� �Suguru?� he breathed quietly into the phone.� He glanced over his
shoulders towards where the shrill crying
that echoed through the apartment.

On other end of the line, Tatsuha pulled
the phone away from his ear and stared at it in confusion.� �Hiro?�
It's Tatsuha.�

��

Tatsuha?�
Shit, Hiro thought, cringing.�
�Yeah, Tatsuha. �What's up?�

There was a long pause. ��Is that Kaza-kun?�

�Unfortunately,� Hiro sighed running his fingers through
his hair.

�Oo!� Did I wake him?�

�Actually, yeah, you did, but don't worry
about it.�� The apartment suddenly
quieted and Hiro sighed in relief.� The
red-haired guitarist flopped onto the couch.�
�Never have kids, Tatsuha,� he warned the man.� �I thought I was used to this having been
friends with Shu for so long, but��

Tatsuha chuckled.� �Is Ayaka-san there?�

�Yeah.��
Hiro leaned forward.� �The only
time she gets to sleep is when Kazahaya is asleep.�

�That sucks.� I don't envy you.�

Hiro snorted.� �Thanks.�
So, what's up Tatsuha?�

�Aniki called me. �Apparently, Shu was able to move his leg.�

�What!?��
Hiro flew up, wide eyed.

�Yep.�

Lightheaded, Hiro fell back onto the
couch.� �Wow,� he whispered.� �When did this happen?� I thought you said Shu couldn't feel or move
anything below his waist?�

�I know!�
It's weird.� Before today, he
couldn't.�

Hiro did not know what to think about
that.� Shuichi was something else.

�It seems he has a little feeling in his
left thigh and almost all feeling back in his right,� Tatsuha continued.

�That's�incredible.�� To say the least, he added silently.� Just yesterday, Shuichi had been this
wheelchair bound invalid and now�Wow, was about all he could think of to say to
that.� Not to be pessimistic, but��Are
they sure it was not a muscle spasm, or something?�

�Jeeze, Hiro, negative much?�

Hiro sighed, running a hand through his
hair.� �I know.� I know.�
It's just��

��

��Say, Hiro?� Tatsuha asked tentatively in
the silence that fell.

�Yeah?�

�About Suguru-�

In the background, Hiro could hear a door open,
then a high-pitched voice cry out, �Tat-su-ha!�

�In here, Ryu,� Tatsuha shouted.� �I gotta
go.� Aniki wanted me to pass along the
good news,� he rushed out.� �Bye!�

Before Hiro could say anything, he found
himself listening to the dial tone.�
Blinking, he held the phone away from his ear and stared at it.� He shook his head and hung up.� �About Suguru-.�� Hiro
heaved a huge sigh
of relief as he
leaned back on the sofa and stared at the ceiling blankly. �That had been a
close one.�

�Are you going to see him?� asked the soft
voice.

Startled, Hiro sat up, blinking at his
wife of five years.� Ayaka stood in the
doorway swaying, a
chubby Kazahaya in
her arms sucking away at a binki.� Her long brown hair was mussed.� She had dark circles around exhausted
eyes.� �Go, Hiro, if for nothing more
than to introduce him to his nephew.�

Hiro gazed into his son's big brown eyes.� Standing up, he crossed the room and gazed
down at the life he and this woman
created.� A soft smile graced his face
as he stared at his son.� �Alright,� he
agreed.� �It's time I stop running.�

��

+---+---+

A
week later

Shuichi ached all over.� He had never been so exhausted and in such
pain before in his life.� For the past
hour, he has been in the rehabilitation ward doing various exercises, including
�walking� on that damned catwalk-ramp-thingy, whatever it was called.� Or trying to anyway.� For as much improvement as his right leg
seemed to have made suddenly, his left one had made none at all.� The feeling may have started to return, but
trying to move it was like trying to move dead weight, which was why it was
covered in brush burns from having dragged it along the walking ramp.� His right leg, on the other hand, moved as if
he was trapped underwater with a weight strapped around his ankle. �At least it moved, though,
which was an improvement from a week ago.� But Eiri
had promised him that he could come by later though.

Eiri wheeled his husband to the bank of
elevators with Marcus at his back.� Blade
had left to take Riku home.� The boy had
finals coming up on Monday.� In order to
get him to let him take Blade home, Eiri had to threaten with the, �if you
don�t study and fail the exam, I�ll bet you �til your ass is red and raw and
then ground you until your twenty-one,� line.�
Of course, he would never lay a hand on his son.� Maybe smack him upside the head once or twice
and ground him for a month or two.� More
than that and Shuichi would kick his
ass.

When the elevator pinged and the doors
slid open, Eiri rolled his husband inside.�
Marcus stepped on next and stood right inside the elevator doors.� He pushed the button for their floor.

Shuichi yawned, his eyes watering and his
jaw popping. �Shaking his head, he
reached up with his left hand and held Eiri's hand.
�He
looked up and smiled at his husband.�

The writer leaned down and kissed him
chastely.

�I love you,� Shuichi whispered.

Eiri chuckled.� �I know,� he answered with a knowing smile.

�Can we,� he yawned, �go outside?� Please, Eiri?�
It's so�� he paused to yawn again,
��boring here.�
Please?� I want to go outside,� he
whined.

The elevator pinged and after checking the
corridor, Marcus led the way back to the room.

�Later,� Eiri answered.

Shuichi pouted and crossed his arms over
his chest, looking even younger than he already did.� �No!�
Now!� C'mon, Eiri!� I hate being cooped up in this damn
place!� I wanna go!� I wanna leave!�

Eiri rolled his eyes as he stopped in
front of the hospital room.

Marcus entered the room and did a quick
but thorough search.� �Clear,� he
announced in English.� He stepped outside
letting the Uesugi�s enter the room and closed the door behind them.

�Eiri,� Shuichi continued to whine around
a yawn.� He rubbed his eyes.

Eiri sighed heavily.� �You can hardly keep your eyes open,� he
stated firmly as he wheeled the wheelchair towards the bed.� He placed the brakes on and ignored his
husband's continued protestations and whines.�
He slipped one arm under Shuichi's knees and wrapped the other around
his back.� Bending his knees, he lifted
his lover from the chair and carried him to the bed.

�Eiri,� Shuichi snapped angrily.� �Are you listening to me?�

�No.�

Despite the fact that he could not stop yawning and could not keep his eyes open, Shuichi continued
to beg his husband to take him outside.

Tired of hearing Shuichi's whines, Eiri
sighed in defeat.� �For Christ�s
sake!� All right already.� I'll take you out, but only if you take a
nap.�

Shuichi's complaints and bellyaching
suddenly switched off.� His mouth snapped
shut and a bright smile lit his face.�
�Really?� You'll take me
outside?�� His eyes shinned, grinning
madly.� He bounced on the bed in delight.

Eiri could not help himself.� He had no idea how, but Shuichi's happiness
was very contagious.� Whenever he was
happy, so was everyone around him.� That
was probably what made Bad Luck so popular.�
He studied his overly tired husband, a slight smile on his face.

�Yes!�
Eiri, I love-�

�You have to take a nap first,� Eiri
reminded with a harsh tone.

The smile slipped off Shuichi�s face and
the light vanished from his face.� It was
like taking off a mask, it was that smooth.

Eiri cursed himself and his damned
husband.� He swore the damned brat did
that deliberately sometimes, just so he could get his way.� �I'll make a deal with you,� he sighed.� He sat down on the bed besides his husband.

Shuichi looked up hopefully.

�Take a nap��

The pout returned.

��and I'll see about getting you back
home.�

Shuichi's face lit up like a Christmas
tree.� �Really?�

�Really,� Eiri smirked back.

�Really, really?�

�Shu-chan,� Eiri snapped.

Giddy at the prospect of getting out of
what he considered a sterile hellhole and ignoring the aches and pains from his
body, Shuichi flung himself at his husband and kissed him hard.� He was feeling wide-awake now.

Eiri brought his hand up to the back of
Shuichi�s head and threading his fingers through Shuichi�s long black locks, he
yanked Shuichi�s head back, ripping a startled gasp from Shuichi.� He brought their lips together roughly.� While he plundered his husband�s mouth,
Eiri�s other hand slipped beneath the waistband of Shuichi�s pajama bottoms.

Shuichi jolted at first when he felt his
husband's fingers probing his ass hole.�
He gasped, tensing for a second before relaxing and submitting to the
will of the man he loved more than anything else.� Shuichi moaned into Eiri's mouth and trailed
his hands to the buttons on the man's shirt, undoing them as shivers raced along
his spine.� �Eiri,� he gasped against the
writer's lips.

It had been such a long time since they
had been together.� Both men grew hard
instantly.

Eiri left a trail of kisses along
Shuichi's jaw, neck and lower to his collarbone, eliciting mewls and sighs.� He slipped a hand under Shuichi's shirt and tweaked the
nipple he discovered
to life.� Shuichi gasped and arched into Eiri's touch.

��

This.�
This was it.� This was what he had
missed.

Shuichi pulled away from Eiri as he flung
open the man�s shirt and ran his hands up his chest to his broad shoulders, up
his thick neck then back down to the buckle of his pants.� Shuichi heard Eiri's sharp indrawn breath as
he grabbed him through his pants.� He
unzipped Eiri's pants and stroked the hard length he found inside, extracting a
sharp cry from the man it belonged to.

�Damn brat,� Eiri growled.�

Eiri clutched Shuichi�s small wrists
within his larger one and holding them above Shuichi's head, pushed open
Shuichi legs with his free hand as he pressed Shuichi onto the bed.� He knelt between Shuichi�s parted legs.

With a hot blush coloring his cheeks and
his eyes shinning in anticipation and lust, Shuichi watched his husband as he
lowered himself onto him.

Eiri
leaned down to kiss him, when the door creaked open.

�Excuse me, Sir,� came the deep baritone
voice in English.

The lovers flew apart.

His face flushed with embarrassment,
Shuichi disappeared under the covers with a squeak as Eiri cursed soundly.�

�What?� Eiri snapped back in English as he
fixed himself.

�I'm sorry, Sir, but there is someone here
to see Mr. Shindou,� Marcus apologized, still in English.

�Who?� Eiri demanded.� Whoever it was, was going to be shot and
killed.� God dammit!

Hearing the exchange, Shuichi carefully
lowered the corner of the blanket and peered out.� �Eiri, what is it?� he asked timidly.

�Visitor.�

�Who?� Shuichi asked curiously.

�It's a Mr. Nakano, Sir,� Marcus said.

Eiri's brow shot up.� Well, well, he thought.

While Shuichi had no idea what was being
said, the name of his best friend got his attention. ��Nakano?�

�Hai,� Marcus nodded.� It was one of the only phrases he knew in
Japanese.

�Hello, Shuichi,� came a familiar voice
from behind the guard.

Shuichi looked up as the bodyguard- he
could not remember his name because Western names were so difficult to say and
remember- turned around, a hand went automatically to his gun.� �Hiro,� he breathed, seeing his red-haired friend.

Marcus threw a questioning glance at Eiri.

Eiri sighed.� Against his better judgment, he nodded.

The bodyguard stepped aside to allow the
man to enter the room, pushing a baby stroller before him.

Hiro glanced briefly at Eiri and flinched
at the murderous expression that crossed his face. ��Hey, Shuichi,� he greeted cautiously, trying
unsuccessfully to ignore the writer.

�Hiro,� Shuichi whispered.

Eiri shut the
door with a resounding slam and had the pleasure of seeing the red-haired
guitarist jump in fright.� Not bothering
to hide his contempt of the younger man, the writer strolled around the bed and
lounged at Shuichi's side, draping an arm around his shoulders.� �To what do we owe the honor of this
unexpected visit?�

---TBC---

Preview:� �Eiri�s Promise�

A/N:� I told you the Hiro/Suguru relationship was
vague, but it is there, didn�t I?�
Anyway, Hiro and Shuichi finally met.�
It�s been three months now.�
Wow.� Hopefully they can patch
things up.� So, what did you think?
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