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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: After a visit from Hiro and his son Kazahaya, Eiri brings
some good news to his husband.

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

Insert:� references from chapter 7 & 13

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

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

(Last Time)

�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?�

+---+---+

Chapter 18: Eiri's Promise

�Eiri,� Shuichi scolded, looking over his
shoulder at his husband.

The blond writer looked at him
innocently.� Shuichi could just imagine
the celestial halo circling his head, held up of course by a pair of devil
horns.� Shuichi snorted and rolled his
eyes at the image.

�No,� came Hiro's soft voice.

Shuichi turned back around to stare
incredibly at the red-haired guitarist.�
�Hiro-?�

Hiro shook his head as he stepped up to
the bed.� �I deserved that.�

�What kind of crap is that?� Hiro, you�re my best friend!� There's no excuse for Eiri treating you like
that,� Shuichi snapped.� He cast his
writer husband a side-glance.� �Even if
he doesn't particularly like you.�

Eiri looked at him with a raised brow as if to say, �Who me?�

�How can you say that?� Hiro asked softly.

�Say what?� Shuichi asked in confusion.

Hiro sighed.� �I should have listened to you about Rinjin.� If I had,� he
shook his head, �maybe none of this would have
happened.�

Shuichi glanced sadly at his friend�s guilt
ridden face.� He had been so angry and
frustrated that nobody had taken him seriously.�
In retrospect, he could understand their reluctance.� Rinjin had been unlike any other stalker, any
other overzealous fan.� He had acted the
part of the great friend and confident.�
Shuichi shook his head.� He
decided to tell Hiro the same thing he told everyone else.� �Michael, Kei and Kai told me months ago that since Rinjin
hadn't done anything,
there was nothing you could have done.�
When he did, he struck in the early morning when I was leaving for
work.�� Shuichi shook his head.� �He waited until I was alone.�� He stared intently at Hiro.� �Even if you�d believed me, there�s nothing
you could�ve done to prevent what happened.�
If it wasn�t then, than it would�ve been another day.�

The only ones who could have helped had
abandoned their posts because of a text message they assumed was from
Seguchi-san.

Hiro stared at his friend in shock.� He then chuckled, shaking his head.� �That seems so out of character for you,� he
teased.

�Huh?��
Shuichi blinked, confused.� He had
a feeling he was being made fun of, but was not sure exactly how.

Behind him, Eiri chuckled.� �I guess even you have your moments.�

Shuichi glared evilly at him.� �What's that supposed to mean?� he snapped.

�It means you're an idiot.�

�I am not,� Shuichi pouted, hurt.� �I know I'm not very smart and that
graduating high school was just a fluke, but-�

�Baka,� Eiri sighed.� He leaned down and pressed his lips against
his husband's temple.� �I was kidding,
you moron,� he whispered.

�Oh.��
Shuichi blushed crimson, silently scolding himself.

Hiro smiled warmly at the couple.� Their relationship may have started out rocky, to say the least, but through thick and
thin, they stayed together.� No matter
what the cold bastard did to Shuichi, the singer kept running back each
time.� It was obvious to anybody with
half a brain in their head that these two needed one another in order to have
balance in their lives.� It was as if
they were each other's heart and lungs, something you could not live
without.� They were perfect for one
another, two parts of a whole.� They were
so in love that Hiro was surprised that it had taken them this long to finally
be hitched.

His smile slipped into a deep frown as he
remembered that day.� It should have been
the happiest day of their lives and instead�

---

The man in
black let go of the guitar player and stood back.� Hiro slowly stood up, wincing.� �Where's Shuichi?� he repeated.

�Inside,�
Eiri answered with a �where else would he be' tone.

Fuming, Hiro
pushed past the writer and strode inside the apartment.

�Hey!� What the fuck do you think you're doing?�

�Sir?� Do you-?�

Eiri waved
the man off.� �I'll handle it.�� He stalked into the living room, slamming the
door behind him; an angry remark ready on his lips but it died a quick and
sudden death as he saw the co-founder of Bad Luck pull his hand back.� The silence was shattered as the sharp slap
of flesh on flesh resounded through the room.�
The writer was shocked to a standstill.

�Mama,� Riku
cried out.� He raced across the room and
grabbed onto his mother�s arm.�
�Mama!� Are you okay?�

Shuichi was
holding his newly jeweled left hand over his reddened, stinging cheek, his eyes
wide in shock and dismay.� Slowly, he
turned back to his best friend.� A tear
rolled down his face.� �Hiro,� he
breathed, still not believing what just happened.� �What-?�

�I can't
believe you!� I thought you were better
than this!�

Shuichi could
only blink.

�You skip
work to hang out with your boyfriend?�
When you knew our
deadline is fast approaching?�

---

Hiro sighed heavily.� �I've been afraid to come here and see you,�
he told his friend truthfully.� �The last
time I saw you��

---

�-hate you.�

Hiro shook
himself loose from his thoughts and turned towards his best friend.

�I hate
you!�� Shuichi looked up from where he
was glued to his lover's and son�s side, his face as wet as if he splashed it
with water.� Sniffing, he wiped his nose
on the sleeve of his haori, his eyes glaring with something Hiro had never
thought to see directed at him.�
Hatred.� �You ruined everything!� Everything!�

�Shu-�

Shuichi
sobbed violently, his body shaking uncontrollably.� �This's supposed to be the happiest day of my
life and you ruined it!�� He unsteadily
got to his feet.� �You come bursting in
here with your fucking accusations without a thought.� You didn't even give me a chance to explain
myself!�

Hiro realized
the singer was right.� He had not let
Shuichi tell his side of things.� He felt
like such a heel.

Keeping Riku
behind him and out of harm�s way just in case the shit hit the fan again, Eiri
slowly got to his feet and laid his hands on Shuichi's shoulders, trying to calm
the singer down.� He had never seen him
this angry before.� It was
unsettling.� �Shu-�

Shuichi
brushed his husband's hands off and stalked towards his so-called best
friend.� �I hate you, Hiro!� You totally ruined everything!� I'm never
going to forgive you for this!� Ever!�� He turned on his heels and stormed up the
staircase, disappearing into the master bedroom and slamming the door behind
him hard enough to shake the apartment.

---

Shuichi lowered his eyes and stared at his
lap, remembering that day all too well.�
The memory of that day was still all too fresh in Eiri's mind as
well.� A renewed surge of anger flashed
through him.� �Hiro,� Shuichi whispered.� He threw his fellow band mate a sad glance
but quickly looked
away.� �I��

�I can apologize till I'm blue in the
face, but it won't make up for what I did.��
Hiro shook
his head.� �Kai called me as I was
leaving your place and�he said that Eiri
called that morning to say that you weren�t coming in�He apologized for not
saying anything.� Apparently, he
forgot.� I felt like such a fool
and still do.�

�I�Kai came to see me a couple weeks ago
and he explained everything to me,� Shuichi said.� �I understand why you did what you did, why
you barged into my apartment and I�I do understand Hiro.�

Hiro breathed a sigh of relief.

�But�I still can't forgive you.� I don't know if I ever will.�

That was understandable.� Hiro nodded slowly.�
He had known that, but it still hurt.� Shuichi could
forgive just about anything anybody did to him, but
what Hiro did that day was something even Shuichi
would not be able to forgive. �He would never forgive himself for destroying their
friendship. �His head shot up when he felt a smaller hand engulf his
fisted hand on the bed.� �Shuichi?�

�But you are my friend.�� He grinned at Hiro.

Hiro could not help but smile back.� �Thank you, Shuichi,� he sighed, relieved.

�And friends look out for one another,
right?�

�Yeah, you're right,� Hiro nodded, smiling
widely.

Eiri snorted.� �I guess you really aren't as dumb as you
look,� he told his husband.

�Hey!�
Even I have my moments,� Shuichi snapped, turning to glare at his
husband.� His anger turned to confusion
as the other men in the room chuckled.�
�Uh�I don't think that came out right.��
That made them laugh even harder.

Suddenly, a loud wail overrode the
laughter, startling them.� All eyes
turned in unison to the stroller by the door.�
Sighing heavily, Hiro closed his eyes for a second and muttered
something under his breath.� Opening his
eyes, he reached inside the carriage.�
When his friend straightened, Shuichi cooed
at the sight of the chubby baby cradled in
Hiro's arms.

A tiny set of lungs lot loose a tidal wave of misery.� The noise grated on Eiri's nerves.� This is what he wanted with Shuichi?� Buddha, help me, he silently prayed.

�Oh, Hiro,� Shuichi cooed, his eyes
sparkling.� �Is that�?�

�Um hm.
Shuichi, I'd like you to meet my son, Nakano Kazahaya.�

�Oh!�
How old is he?�

Hiro stepped closer to the bed so that
Shuichi could get a better look at Kazahaya.�
�Twelve weeks.�

�He's so chubby!�
Oh, Hiro, look at those cheeks!�� Shuichi giggled and reached out to touch
Kazahaya's tiny-fisted hands.� Immediately,
silence filtered through the room.�
Shuichi laughed harder when Kazahaya grabbed his finger.

Hiro blinked in amazement and shock.� His son never acted like this with anyone,
not even him and Ayaka.� It usually took
them several minutes of rocking or a binki to quiet him down.� But all Shuichi did was touch his hand.� How the bloody hell did he do that?� He watched his son open cloudy brown eyes.

Shuichi giggled as he watched the baby
intently as he studied his surroundings.

�Would you like to hold him?� Hiro asked
softly.

Shuichi's head snapped up, his eyes wide. ��Really?�
Could I?�

��

Hiro nodded.

Shuichi held out his arms as Hiro gladly handed him Kazahaya.

Hiro smiled and stepped back to watch his
friend.� He then turned to look at Eiri
who was now up standing besides the bed.� He was
watching his husband with a smile playing with the corner of his lips.� His whole face had a strange gentleness to
it.� Hiro was taken back.� Shuichi always spoke about there being
another side to the man, but he never witnessed it first hand before.� This was the first time he ever saw the cold, angry, stoic writer act so human before.� It
felt almost as if he stepped into an alternate universe.� But this was just more proof that the two of
them belonged together.� Hiro turned back
to Shuichi.

Shuichi was a natural.

�Hi!�
I'm your uncle Shuichi and that drop dead gorgeous hunk over there is
Uncle Eiri!�

��

Eiri snorted, rolling his eyes while at
the same time feeling his face grow warm at the compliment.� �Don�t you mean, aunt Shuichi?� he teased.

Shuichi tossed his husband a glare.

Eiri smirked.

Ignoring Eiri with a toss of his head and
a �humph�, Shuichi glanced down at his nephew.�
His face beamed and his eyes twinkled with laughter.� �You're so cute,� he cooed.� �Yes, you are!��

Kazahaya's face split into a face-eating
grin.�

�Yeah!� You are the cutest
thing and I bet you're so spoiled, aren't you?�
Spoiled little Kaza-kun!� �

Kazahaya laughed, his face crinkled up in
laughter.�

To Shuichi it was the most beautiful sound
in the world.� It was like the sun
revealing itself
after a storm, but it also pained the singer.�
As fast as he was growing fond and attached to his nephew, it also hurt.
�Shuichi
lifted his head and glanced at Eiri with tears prickling
his eyes.

Hiro blinked, confused.� Tears?�
Why was Shuichi crying?� Something
flashed across both Shuichi's and Eiri's faces that he could not decipher.� What was going on?

Shuichi
smiled down at Kazahaya who was staring up at
him.� An overwhelming sense of loss swept
over him.� If things had gone
differently�

In that instant, Shuichi came to a
decision.� He looked up at Eiri, knowing
that his face was an open book. �I want this, his
expression screamed.� I want this.

+---+---+

�He's a beautiful baby,� Shuichi told his
friend quietly as Hiro gently put his sleeping son in the stroller.

�Thank you.�� Hiro straightened.� He had a beaming smile plastered on his face
as he watched his son.

�He looks like Ayaka-san.�

Hiro
smiled wistfully. ��Her looks and
hopefully my talent.�� Turning around, he
once again caught sight of the yearning
expression on both Shuichi and Eiri's faces
and wondered just what was going through their minds.

�

A huge yawn seized Shuichi.� He rubbed heavy lidded eyes, fighting the
strong urge to rest his eyes.

�Alright,� Eiri commanded, watching his
husband's drawn haggard face.� �That's
enough for today.�

As predicted, Shuichi whined in protest,
despite the fact he knew Eiri was right. �He could hardly keep
his eyes open all of a sudden.� He
figured the adrenaline rush he received due to the arrival of his best friend
and new nephew was wearing off.

Eiri shot him a look.

Shuichi clamped his mouth shut and smiled
sheepishly.

Hiro chuckled nervously.� �It's alright, Shu.� I should get going anyway.�� The two friends embraced, but Hiro quickly
pulled away when he noticed a warning glint in the blond writer's eyes.� He swallowed.�
Never before had he been so aware of someone's disapproval before.� �I'll visit again,� he comforted his friend as
he maneuvered the stroller to the hospital room door.� �We're going to Kyoto on Monday for a week or so.� I guess Usami-san has been really sick
lately.�

�Oh, I hope he's going to be alright,�
Shuichi said over a yawn.

Hiro chuckled as he skirted the stroller
to hold open the door to push the stroller through.� �The old codger is so damn stubborn; he'd make Death
work around his schedule.�� Propping the
door open with his back, Hiro wheeled his son out of the room.

�Say �hi' to Ayaka-san for me,� Shuichi
called after him.

�I will,� Hiro nodded.� �See ya later, Shu.�

�Bye, Hiro!�

When the door shut behind Hiro, Eiri
linked their fingers together.� Their
wedding rings clinked.� Eiri brought
their clasped hands up and placed a tiny kiss on each of his husband's
fingertips.

Blushing, Shuichi smiled at him.� �I love you,� he whispered.� He yawned again.

Eiri returned his smile and ran a hand
over Shuichi's hair, noticing the soft silky feel of it as it ran through his
fingers.� �I know,� he said.� �Now go to sleep.�

Shuichi snuggled down under the
covers.� �Remember,� he yawned.� �You promised.�

�So I did.�� Eiri leaned down and kissed his forehead.

�You won't forget?�

�No, I won't forget.� I'll go talk to Dr. Ohtani now.�

Shuichi's eyes popped open and he flew up,
all thoughts of sleep vanishing like snow in June.� Fear and anxiety raced across his face.� With wide eyes, a pounding heart and sweat
breaking out all over his body, he grabbed hold of his husband and frantically
searched his face.� �Don't leave me,� he
practically shouted in rising panic.�
�Please, don't leave me!�

��

Images flashed through his mind, of him
outside their apartment, alone, with an advancing Rinjin, a covetous gleam in
his eyes. �He remembered waking
up in total darkness and silence, again alone with Rinjin, hearing those
falsely, insane words.� �I won't hurt you, you know
that!� I'm here to help you!� I want to save you...I love you�We belong
together�Believe what you want, Shu-han.�
For you are mine�I'm doing all this for us, Shu-han, for our
future!�� Not again!� Not ever again!� He never wanted to be alone again!

Eiri blinked, startled at the singer's outburst,
then sighed heavily and pulled Shuichi into a hug.� �How many times do we have to go through
this?� I won't leave you,� he stated
firmly.

Shuichi clung to him, suddenly crying and
shaking.

Eiri
rolled his eyes heavenward and muttered silently to
himself.

For some reason, Shuichi's separation
anxiety and abandonment issues had returned worse than ever since he woke from his
coma.� If Eiri was not in the room when
he woke up, he threw a fit and literally went berserk.�

His first night out of the coma, Shuichi
woke up after a particularly disturbing nightmare to discover that his husband
was not in the room with him.� It did not
matter that visitation hours were over and that Eiri had been forced to go back
home.� The only thing he knew was that Eiri was not
there.� He had abandoned him.� He started screaming and thrashing about so
widely that the hospital staff had been forced to sedate him.� For the rest of the week, the very same thing
happened.� It got to such a point they
had to prescribe some sleeping pills for him to take before he went to bed at
night.

Sometimes, Shuichi was fine, but other
times, like now, he refused to allow Eiri out of his sight.� If he could, Shuichi would handcuff the
writer to him so that he could not go anywhere without first alerting him first.� When he got like this, Eiri waited until
Shuichi was asleep before he left and made sure he returned before Shuichi
woke.� It did not matter if someone else
was in the room with him when he got like this.�
Nobody could calm him down but Eiri at times like these, not even his
own parents.

Shuichi
admitted he was
afraid.� He feared that once out of his
sight, Eiri would disappear and he would never see him again.� It was like how young children thought before
they learned the difference.� Out of
sight.� Out of mind.� If they could not see it then it was gone.

�Don't leave me!� Please, don't leave me!� Please,� Shuichi mumbled repeatedly.

Eiri shushed him, holding him tight.� �I promise you, Shuichi.� I will not ever let you go.� I almost lost you once and I don't plan on
ever going through that again.�� He
chocked back a sob.� �You scared the shit
out of me, Shu-chan and I promise you, now and forever, I won't ever let you
go.�

He continued to rock and console Shuichi,
reassuring him that everything was going to be all right until he felt his
husband's body relax and his breathing even.�
He pried Shuichi off him and gently pushed him back onto the bed.� With a smirk, he pressed their lips together
then quietly walked out of the room, thinking, He is so cute.

+---+---+

It was a dream.� Part of me knew that, but it was so real that
the other part did not want to believe it.

I was lying in bed besides Eiri's softly
snoring form.� The moonlight filtered in
through the shades covering the window across the room, throwing a soft glow
about the bedroom.

Tossing back the sheets, I swing my legs
over the side of the bed and grabbed the pink lacquer cane leaning against the
nightstand.� Quietly, so I did not
disturb my sleeping husband, I creep out of the room and tiptoe down the hall
to the extra bedroom that at one time housed all the awards Bad Luck had
received and all the stuffed animals and things our fans had given me.� The awards had been moved into the room Eiri
used as his office and all the stuffed animals and whatnot had been donated to
various children's charities a year ago.

As I near the door, I notice it is open.

Entering the room, I see the lamp that
looks like a bunny rabbit had been turned on and was acting as a
nightlight.� The ceiling fan was also
on.� It seems that there was a new study
out that said having a fan on in an infant�s room was supposed to help keep the
baby from suffering from the effects that led to SIDS.

I walk across the room towards two white
cribs that sat at opposite angles to the room's only window.� A smile grew on my face.� Standing between the cribs, I glance down at
the small forms sleeping on their stomachs with a rolled up blanket placed
under their side to keep them from smothering their faces in the mattress.� I am not sure if babies were supposed to lie
on their backs or their stomachs.� It was
always going back forth, but I asked my mother and she said put the boys on
their stomachs like this.� Being a first
time mother to newborns, I still worry though.�
My mother said it was only natural.

My boys� faces were hidden in shadow, but
I knew.� These were my boys, my two
lovely boys.� Smiling down at them, I
silently thank Buddha and Kami-sama for this wonderful blessing and miracle.

Placing my cane against the side of the
crib to my left, I reach a hand inside and trace my son's cheek lightly.

A noise from behind me drew my
attention.� I glance over my shoulder and
smile at the tall man standing in the doorway.�
Turning back around, I smile down at my boys.

---

The
Next Morning

Violet eyes fluttered open and stared at
the window across from the bed blankly.�
He was vaguely aware that the shades had been drawn over the
windows.� They had been open when he fell
asleep.� With a yawn, he flipped onto his
back and stretched.� He rubbed the sleep
from his eyes and then ran his fingers through his bed head hair.� Sighing, he glanced about the small room that
had become his home for the past four months and for the first time noticed
that, he was alone.� He flew up in bed,
panting heavily and feeling a surge of fear rush through him.� His heart started racing and he began to
sweat.� He was alone, just like that
day.� The memory flashed through his
mind, as fresh as if it had just happened.�
He pictured himself walking down the dark, silent hall, alone, his
guards nowhere in sight.

�Eiri,� he shouted.� �Eiri!�
Eiri!��

No, no, no!� Where was he?�
He promised!� He swore he would
not leave.� That he would stay with him!� He promised!�
Had something happened to him?�
Oh, dear, Kami-sama!� Was Eiri
hurt?� He could be lying bleeding and
unconscious in a gutter somewhere right now!�
No!�

�Eiri!�
Eiri,� he cried hysterically.�
�Eiri!�

How he heard the door open over his ear
splitting wails and cries for his husband was something nobody could figure
out, or ever would.

At the first sound of their clients
screams, the two bodyguards shot into action.�
Drawing their guns, they flung open the door to the hospital room.� With expert precision, their gaze and guns
swept over the room, taking in everything at once.

Shuichi sat in the bed, his face red and
drenched with tears.� He glanced at the
door, hopeful, but his hopes were shattered when he realized it was only his
bodyguards and not his husband.� Fresh
tears trailed down his face.� He buried
his face in his hands and cried.� His
body shook with unchecked sobs.

Marcus glanced at his partner and chucked
his head towards the door.� Blade
inclined his head and exited the room, re-holstering his piece as he went.� Shutting the door behind him, he retook his
post.� Meanwhile, Marcus put up his gun
as well.� �Mr. Shindou,� he called,
trying to be heard over the man's continuing cries.

�Where's Eiri,� Shuichi sobbed.� �Where is he?�
Why isn't he here?�

�Mr. Uesugi will be here shortly,� Marcus
told his young client in an effort to comfort the younger man, despite the fact
that Shuichi would not be able to understand a word he was saying.

Shuichi only sobbed louder and cried
harder.

The door opened behind them.� Marcus, a hand on the butt of his gun, turned
sharply.�
Shuichi's tears stopped and silence descended
upon the room once again.� He turned
hopeful eyes towards the door, but was once again disappointed.� Shuichi dropped his face in his hands and
started bawling.� His tiny frame shook.� He collapsed into a ball in the middle of the
bed and sobbed.

�Is there a problem?�
the nurse in purple pants uniform asked in heavily accented English.

Marcus shook his head.� �Everything is fine,� he assured the woman.

The nurse bowed and left, shutting the
door behind her, but not before throwing one last look at the bundle of misery
sitting on the bed crying his eyes out.

Feeling increasingly uncomfortable, Marcus
left the room and took up his post on the other side of the door.� He tossed a skeptical look at his partner.

A loud ping sounded down the hall and both
men glanced questioningly and guardedly down the hall as the elevator
opened.� They relaxed noticeably as the
tall blond haired writer strode confidently out of the elevator towards them.

Eiri had not taken more than half a dozen
steps when he became aware of loud, pitiful wails emanating down the hall.� With an annoyed, irritable sigh, he rolled
his eyes, then closed them briefly and said a silent prayer.� Reopening them, he marched down the hall,
passing the nurses station on the way.�
One of them tried to gain his attention, most likely to tell him to
please silence Shuichi because he was disturbing the other patients.� He ignored her.

�Mr. Uesugi,� Marcus greeted with a curt
nod.

�How long has he been like this?� Eiri
asked in English with a tired sigh.

�Just a few minutes, Sir.�

He sounded like he had lost his best
friend.� With another sigh, Eiri pushed open
the door and before he could take one-step over the threshold, a small, black
blur barreled towards him, nearly knocking him over.� Eiri grabbed onto the door jam trying to
stabilize himself
and to keep from flying backwards.� He cursed soundly as the air was squeezed out
of him.

Sobbing and shaking, Shuichi latched onto
his husband like a koala.

�Damn
brat,� Eiri snapped.�
�What the hell are you doing?�

The trembling ball of snot and never-ending
tears and distress wept out an explanation or an excuse of some sort that was
completely muffled and censored by his hysterical sobs, none of which Eiri
could understand or decipher, but he did not need a translator to understand
what his husband was saying.� He has been
spewing the same nonsense for the past month.�
When he felt Shuichi starting to collapse, Eiri scooped him up bridal
style and carried him back to the bed.�
He cuddled with the pintsized singer, letting him vent.� The jest of the whole episode was that Eiri
was a bastard for lying and not being here as he promised.

�I promised I'd never let you go, didn't
I?�

With his face pressed against Eiri's shirt
and his arms hugging him as if he was the last solid object in a sea of water,
Shuichi nodded.

�And did I abandon you?� Eiri asked calmly
and slowly as if he was talking to a hysterical child.

�You did,� Shuichi accused with a
sob.� He lifted a tear stained face
towards his husband.� �But you did!�

Eiri shook his head.� �No, I did not,� he stated firmly but softly.

�You did!�
You did,� Shuichi chanted pounding his fists against Eiri's chest.

Wrapping his arms around Shuichi, he held
him tightly, rocking him and whispering in his ear, trying to calm him
down.� �I did not abandon you,� he
whispered.� �I went to speak to Dr.
Ohtani after you fell asleep yesterday like I promised you I would and then I
had to leave when visitation hours ended.�

That got Shuichi's attention.� Silence once again fell onto the hospital
room.� Shuichi lifted a face red from
crying, flooded with tears, and glanced at Eiri with hopeful, patient eyes.

Eiri ran a hand through his husband's
soft, black hair, noticing for the first time that he needed a haircut.� He raked his eyes over his husband as he quietly,
but assuredly told him, �I asked him if it would be alright if I took you
home.�

Shuichi sat back and watched him intently.

�I told him that no matter what he said, I
was going to take you home.�

His patience was starting to wane.� Shuichi started bouncing up and down on the
bed in growing impatience.� �Eiri,� he
whined.� �What did he say?�� He grabbed hold of Eiri's shirt and tugged it
as he searched Eiri�s face intently.�
�C'mon!� Tell me!� Tell me!�

Prying Shuichi's fingers off his shirt,
Eiri held his arms at his sides and pecked his nose.� �Tonight, you'll be in your own bed,� he
whispered.� Eiri kissed a trail, starting
from Shuichi's lush, pink lips, along his jaw line to his ear.� He bit his earlobe gently and suckled it.

Shuichi moaned and tilted his head back to
give him better access.

�Where,� Eiri continued his voice low and husky, �I can finally fuck you until you
can't move.�� He pulled back, noticed
Shuichi�s flushed face and his eyes filled with lust.�

Shuichi's tongue poked out of his mouth
and ran along his lips.�

Eiri followed the movement and felt his
own libido stir to life.� He swallowed
and cleared his throat, shifting as his pants became restrictive.� All Eiri wanted to do at
that moment was throw his lithe lover down on
the bed and fuck him silly, but unfortunately�

Over the loud speaker came a garbles page for a doctor to report to the OR.

To get his mind off what his other head
wanted, Eiri stood up, ignoring his husband's pout and groan of disappointment.� He walked around the bed towards the window,
but paused mid-stride when a realization hit him.� �Shuichi��

�Hm?�

Eiri turned around and watched his husband
settle back onto the bed.� �How were you
able to walk to the door?�

Shuichi blinked, startled and
confused.� �Huh?�

�You clobbered me as soon as I entered the
room.�

�Oh.��
He blushed deeply, turning his head away.� �I wanted to go find you and kinda�uh,
forgot��

Eiri studied his husband with a raised
eyebrow as his blush deepened into a deep red flush.� With a snort, Eiri shook his head.� �Baka.�

Shuichi peered at
his husband, smiling.

---TBC---

Preview:�
�Home Sweet Home�

A/N:� I
am such a tease.� No lemon again.� But at least Shuichi gets to go home.� And what was with that dream?� Was it a premonition?� Stay tuned to find out!
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This I Promise You (edited & revised)