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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: Shuichi returns to where everything changed.

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

Insert:� chapter 12 and 13

A/N: Like some
of my other stuff, this was out previously.�
Thank you to catbaker,
Acherona, fahaar, DarkMetalAngel of Destruction, secret hidden within me for your reviews.

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(Last Time)

Shuichi shook
the memory away and found he was sitting outside the apartment where his life
had taken a drastic and unexpected turn.�
Trembling visibly, he stared at the newly restored door.� �Eiri?�
I want to go in,� he told his husband in a shaky but firm voice as the
blond writer stepped up besides him.

Riku gazed
from the apartment door to Shuichi and then glanced up at his father.� He watched his father closely.� Wouldn�t it do more harm than good?� Reliving such an awful experience?

Eiri knew
that it was something Shuichi had to do, but he was not sure if that would be
possible.� A month after the incident,
the police finally released the apartment and the landlord immediately
contacted Rinjin's family and demanded they come and clear out his things.� He then sent Eiri a bill for the door and the
railing he and Shuichi damaged.� One call
to Tohma and the landlord suddenly reconsidered.� Two weeks after the apartment had been handed
back to the landlord a new family had taken residence.

Eiri
sighed.� �I don't-�

�Please,
Eiri.�� Shuichi turned pleading eyes to
his husband.

�Why do you
want to go in for Mama?�

Shuichi
locked eyes with his son.� He smiled
softly.� �Because I have to.�

�But why?�

��It�s
something I just have to do.�

+---+---+

Chapter
20: Returning

It was the middle of the night when I found
myself staring at the ceiling, suddenly wide-awake and was not sure why.�

Usually when something like this happens,
it is because I have to go to the bathroom, but not tonight.� Tonight is different, especially when an
eerie feeling comes over me. �It feels
like I am not alone, as if someone is watching me.� It was a feeling we all get when we are at
home alone, but I know I am not alone because Eiri is asleep next to me.� But this�this was different.�

Without turning my head, I stare down the
length of the bed and freeze.� I lie
petrified under the sheets and stare at the figure standing in the middle of
the bedroom, directly between the bed and the door.� An unspeakable fright and panic wash over
me.� Fear takes away my ability to speak,
to move, to breathe.� I stare at his
chest, struggling for some reason with myself not to stare into his face.� Why, I do not know.

Without moving, without taking a step, the
figure was suddenly standing at the very foot of my bed.� I feel my heart leap out my chest.� I still cannot move.� I am completely paralyzed, whether by fear or
something else I do not know.

Then out of the corner of my eye, I spot
someone appear out of nowhere.� He glides
across the room until he stands between the foot of the bed and this shadowy
figure without it taking a step back.� The newcomer
I study and realize is my grandfather, my father�s father, who passed away a
few years back.

My grandfather Shindou stands with his
hands outstretched and his back to me.� I
suddenly feel my fear and panic vanish.�
A sense of calm washes over me.� I
close my eyes and fall back to sleep, knowing that my grandfather would take
care of everything.

---

The next morning, Shuichi was sitting at
the breakfast table, staring into his juice.�
He could not stop thinking about the weird dream he had last night.� Had it been a dream?� Or had it actually happened?� It felt so real that he knew it had to be,
but at the same time, it felt surreal, like something out of a book or
movie.� It reminded him of something he
saw on those daytime talk shows.

�I'm here today with people who claim to
have had an encounter with the spiritual kind.�

It scared him to think it might have been
real.� To think that some�entity could just
appear inside his bedroom, a place where you were supposed to be safe.� It scared him, but at the same time, knowing
that whatever happened, he always had his family to protect him, that made it
seem a little more bearable.

Shuichi blinked, snapping out of his
thoughts when Eiri set a plate before him.�
Shuichi suddenly forgot all about that strange dream and picking up his
chopsticks up, broke them apart, muttered, �Ita da ki masu,� and
shoveled the beautifully prepared Japanese breakfast into his mouth.� He was so hungry!� It felt like he had not eaten in months!

�Riku,� he heard Eiri holler from the
doorway of the kitchen.� �Your butt
better out of bed and on its way down here or I�m going to kick it in!�

There was a barely audible reply that
apparently Eiri heard clearly.

�I don�t give a flying fuck!� You drag your ass down here!� Now!�
Because if Shuichi eats your breakfast, then you�re shit out of luck!�

Shuichi threw his husband a glare, which
went ignored.� Was Eiri saying he was a
pig?� Grumbling at the insult, Shuichi
went back to shoveling the deliciously prepared food into his mouth.� He was soon lost back in thought.

Eiri took his seat opposite Shuichi and dug
into his breakfast that was fast becoming cold.�
His chopsticks paused halfway to his mouth, Eiri watched his husband in
amusement.� With a shake of his head, he
went back to eating.� It was amazing he
had been able to find anything to cook, seeing as for the past three months he
has been practically living at the hospital, but apparently someone had done
some shopping.� The kitchen was
stocked.� Eiri had a feeling he had Tohma
to thank for that.� He took a sip of his
coffee, realizing just how quiet it was.�
It was unusual for the apartment to be this silent when Shuichi was
home.� He was not sure if he liked it.

He checked the clock on the wall behind
Shuichi.� �Your son apparently stayed up
late last night playing video games.�� He
stabbed his chopsticks at his once pink haired lover.� �If he�s late to school, it�ll be your fault
for buying him that goddamn game system.�

Not really listening, Shuichi shrugged
listlessly.

Eiri studied his husband.� ��You're awfully quite this morning,� he observed.

Shuichi looked up at stared at his husband
across the table in confusion.� �Hm?� he
muttered around a mouth full of food.

�I said you're awfully quiet this
morning.� What's wrong?�

Swallowing, Shuichi reached for his cup
and took a big gulp of juice.� An image
of that mysterious black figure flashed through his mind.� �I was thinking,� he admitted, setting his
cup down.

Eiri cocked an eyebrow as he shoveled some
tuna into his mouth.� He had a smart
retort ready for that, but decided against it when he saw the thoughtful,
distant expression on his husbands face.�
�About what?�

�A�dream I had last night.�

�You're not sure?�

Used to his husband being able to read him
like an open book, Shuichi only nodded.�
�It�I think I was awake, but�It just seems��

�Tell me.�

And he did.� Shuichi told him about waking up and finding
that man, that�thing at the foot of his bed and of his dead grandfather coming
to protect him.

Afterward, silence stretched between
them.� Eiri truly had no idea what to
say.� Truthfully, just hearing Shuichi
talk about that creepy dream made him want to bless the house.� �Maybe it was Rinjin trying to make you his
one last time,� he joked, picking up his coffee mug.�

Shuichi paled and Eiri mentally
cursed.� Wrong thing to say.�

�But from what you said, your grandfather came
to your rescue, right?�� He shrugged,
taking a sip of his coffee.� �Maybe now
you'll stop having all those nightmares and we can finally have a decent nights
sleep.�

�You think so?� Shuichi asked him.

�One can only hope,� he muttered.

�What?�

Eiri was saved from having to repeat
himself by the ringing of the phone.� He
stood and crossed the kitchen.�
�Yeah�Yes...Oh, yes.� Shiratori-san.� What can I do for you?�

Shuichi raised an eyebrow.� Shiratori-san?� Who was that?�
And what did they want at seven-thirty in the morning?

�...Yes�Thank you.�� Eiri hung up the phone and turned to see a
patiently waiting Shuichi behind him.�
�That was Shiratori Yuri.� She and
her partner are the ones who moved into Rinjin's apartment.� I called them while you were in the bath and
left a message about you wanting to check out the apartment.�

�And?�
What did she say?�

�Both she and her partner leave for work
at nine, so anytime before then.��

With a squeal, Shuichi jumped out his
chair and tossed himself at his husband.�
He hugged the man tightly, planting wet sloppy kisses all over his
face.� Eiri held onto his husband as he
tried to regain his balance.�

�Ack!�
Enough, you damned brat!��

Eiri walked back to the wheelchair and
plopped the smaller man into it.� How
Shuichi had managed to jump him was beyond him.�
He had figured that since his left leg was nothing more than a bump on a
log, he would be safe from that shit.�
Guess not, he thought.� He glared
down into his husbands smiling face.�

�C'mon, let's get this over with.� Dr. Hikari is coming over for your session at
ten and then you have to go for your physical therapy at two.�

A low groan escaped Shuichi.� He slumped down in the chair as Eiri wheeled
him through the house to the front door.

�Riku,� Eiri yelled up the staircase.

�I�m up!�
Jesus Christ!�

Shuichi snickered as his son appeared.

His reddish-brown hair was sleep tousled
and his pajamas were twisted around his lanky form.� Riku yawned loudly and scratched his head.� �God! �Can�t
a guy get any sleep around here?�

�Not when it means you�re going to be late
for school.�

�Whatever.�� Riku grumbled under his breath as he made his
way back into his cave-like bedroom.

�We�re going next door,� Eiri called after
him.� �If you aren�t dressed and ready to
leave by the time we get back, your ass is grass.� Got it?�

Still half asleep, Riku yawned and waved
over his shoulder at his father.

Once Riku had vanished back into his
bedroom, Eiri turned back towards Shuichi sitting with a bemused smile on his
face in his wheelchair.� �What?� he
barked.

Shuichi shook his head.� �Hey, Eiri?�

�What?�

�Why can't we just have a nice, quiet day
at home?� he whined.

�You, quiet?�� Eiri snorted.�
�Never gonna happen.�

�Hey!�
It could,� Shuichi argued, turning around in the seat to face his
husband.

Eiri raised an eyebrow.

�It could,� Shuichi pressed.

�Sure, Shu.� Whatever you say.�

�It could.�

�Uh, huh.��
They stepped out of the apartment, seeing the hired goons standing at
their posts.� Do they ever sleep, Eiri
wondered.� �We're going next door,� he
told them in English.

�Yes, Sir.�

Eiri walked down the hall, where Shuichi
was already waiting in front of the door.�
He stood several feet away and watched the emotions race across his
husband's face.� �Shu,� he called softly.�

Shuichi blinked and turned to look at
him.�

�Are you sure about this?� �Eiri walked up to stand next to him.� �You don't have to do this if you don't want
to.�

�I know, but I have to�

�Alright.��
Eiri knocked on the door.� He
really did not want Shuichi to have to go through this, to relive that awful
experience, but Shuichi was right.� It
was something he had to do.

There was a loud click and the sound of a
chain sliding across the door before the door opened revealing a young woman in
her early twenties and another slightly older woman behind her.� Both women had long dark brown hair pulled
back in neat ponytails and black eyes that was spewing with all the excitement
they were trying desperately not to show at the idea of the Yuki Eiri and the
Shindou Shuichi coming into their house.� It was obvious they were both office drones
from the conservative skirted suits they wore.

�Ah, Yuki-san.� Shindou-san,� the younger one greeted with a
slight bow.� �I am Shiratori Yuri.�� She swept her hand to her companion.� �And this is my partner, Oda Shuri.� Please, come in.�

Eiri nodded his thanks and stepped
inside.� Immediately, he saw Blade take
up post outside the door.� Marcus had
stayed behind. �Both women took in the muscle
bound foreigner and suddenly looked a little uneasy.

�He�s Shu's bodyguard.� Blade'll stay outside if that's alright with
you?� he explained.

The woman exchanged a quick nervous
look.� �T-that's fine,� Yuri squeaked.

Eiri glanced at his husband, waiting for
him patiently.

Shuichi was slightly pale and his hands
were trembling.� Gulping audibly, the
singer wheeled himself through the front door.�
He inclined his head at the two women.�
�Arigato, Shiratori-san, Oda-san.�
I appreciate it.�

�Think nothing of it,� Shuri said, waving
his thanks aside.� �If you need anything,
feel free to ask.�

Shuri and Yuri backed into the living
room, trying to stay out of the way.� Eiri
stood to Shuichi's left hand side, leaning against the wall with a carefully
blank expression on his face as he watched the effort it took his husband to
wheel himself through the foyer and into the living room.

Shuichi swept terror filled eyes up the
long staircase.

He remembered clearly being pinned
underneath Yasashii and looking up into those crazed black eyes, realizing for
the first time just how far gone the man really was.� Rinjin was a man who had lost all sense of
reality.� That was what scared Shuichi
that day, not the kidnapping, not the murder of his guards and the promise of
more to come.� No, Rinjin had been the
most frightening thing about that morning.

In that same spot, Rinjin tried to�He
had�He tried to make Shuichi�his.

---

�It's no use,
Shu-han,� Yasashii
whispered in his ear, ignoring the threat from below.� �I told you, I'd make you mine no matter
what.�

��

Panic raced
through the singer.� �Eiri!� Eiri!�
Please!� he sobbed.

��

�Shuichi!�

��

�Eiri!�
Shuichi screamed.� Even he could tell how
hysterical he was becoming.

Yasashii found
himself getting hard by his love's attempts to escape.� Licking his lips in anticipation, he bent
over, his face hovering centimeters from Shuichi's.� �Our first kiss, Shu,�
he whispered.

��

�Don't do
this,� Shuichi begged with tears coursing down his cheeks.� He tried turning his head from the
inevitable, but long, skeletal-like claws clamped around his chin, holding him
firmly in place.

��

�I love you, Shu-han,� Yasashii whispered
right before their lips touched.

---

Shuichi was grateful he had been able to
fool Yasashii and get away.� Otherwise�

He refused to think of the
alternatives.�

As his gaze traveled to the railing.� A shudder raced down his spine.� He could still hear his husband's panicked,
terror filled voice shouting out to him.�
He heard him screaming at him to stop, but it had been too late.� He had been speeding and the cars antilock
brake lines had been severed.� He could
have done nothing.

---

The man
growled, spun around and charged Shuichi.�
The singer stood his ground.�
Bending over, he rammed his head into Yasashii's
gut and grabbed hold of his belt.� He
heard the man grunt as his breath was forced out of him.� With a cry, Shuichi pushed them down the
hall, unaware of where they were heading.

��

Eiri stood at
the foot of the stairs, feeling more proud of his Shu-chan
than he ever has before.� Shuichi may
look like a weakling, but he could kick some major ass in a one-on-one
fight.� His eyes widened in sudden
realization.� �Shit in hell,� he
whispered in panic.� �Shuichi!� Stop!��
Eiri raced up the stairs, taking them two at a time.� He had to get to him!

��

Hearing the
panic in his husband's voice, Shuichi tried to slow down, but was unable
to.� He felt the jarring impact as Yasashii crashed into the railing.� The collision sent shockwaves through
Shuichi's body.� Seconds later, the
horrifying sound of splintering wood echoed through the apartment and this
time, Shuichi knew it was not the sound of the door being busted open.� He stared at the man he was strapped around
with wide, terrified eyes.

��

Eiri reached
the landing just as the railing gave.�
For a few precious seconds, the two men teetered at the edge.� �Shuichi!� he cried, rushing forward.� Time seemed to slow down at that moment.� It seemed like Eiri had all the time in the
world to get to his husband�s side, but knew in reality that he had no time at
all.� �Shuichi!�� He reached out for him, as he rushed forward.

��

Shuichi
glanced over his shoulder at him, his eyes wide in fright, and a look of
foreboding on his face.� His eyes widened
as gravity reached out with mighty claws and snatched them.� With a blood-curling scream, his husband
vanished from view as everything around him rushed passed him towards the
ceiling.� He closed his eyes tight
against the sight quickening up to him at the speed of light.

��

�Shuichi!�
Eiri cried hysterically as he ran to the edge of the landing. �Shuichi!�

---

Shuichi took deep, even breathes to calm a
racing heart and dispel the sudden panic that clutched at him.� Blinking away tears, he breathed through his
mouth in an attempt to loosen a constricted throat.� �I want to see the bedroom,� his voice came
out breathless with an underlining layer of fright he could not quite hide.

Eiri glanced questioningly at the
women.� At Yuri's nod, Eiri walked over
to his husband and scooped him up effortlessly.�
Shuichi draped his arms around his husband's neck for support as Eiri
carried him up the stairs.

Standing before the closed master bedroom
door, Eiri felt his lover's hold on him tighten.

His breathing fast, Shuichi swept large
eyes across the bedroom.� The women had
it set up almost identical to his and Eiri's room.� The curtains were tied back and the windows
thrown open to allow the cool breeze to sweep through the apartment.� It was a stark contrast to that night.

---

Darkness.�
Silence.� Utterly and
complete.� They surrounded him, encompassed and engulfed him.� A sea of nothingness entrenched Shuichi.� He was alone in a great, black void.� The silence was just as thick, just as heavy,
just as suffocating.� There were no birds
chirping, no locust buzzing, no creaking boards or settling foundations.� He could hear none of the traffic that should
be on the other side of the wall.� Nor
could he hear conversations floating up from the street as people went by.� The only sound was the buzzing in his ears
silence causes.

The hair on the back of his neck and on his arms stood
on end.� He was no longer alone.

His heart started racing, pounding painfully in his chest,
making it difficult to catch his breath.�
The silence was drowned by the sudden wheezing that sounded louder than
it really was in the unnatural silence.�
Shuichi placed his hand over his rapidly rising and falling chest as he
tried to catch his breath.

Shuichi licked his lips and swallowed audibly.� His mouth had gone inexplicably dry.

From out of the darkness came two ghostly hands.�

---

Shuichi shook away the memory violently,
which caused Eiri to almost drop him.�
Shuichi's heart was racing as he remembered all too clearly the sheer
terror he felt at being trapped like a deer caught in the headlights.� His breathing was shallow and sporadic, his
eyes wide and glassy.

Eiri did not like this, but he kept
silent.

Glancing across the room at the far
corner, now hidden by a dresser, Shuichi saw himself huddling in on himself,
tears streaming down his face, fear and panic flashing across his face.� Across the room in a chair was Rinjin, calm
and cool, but his eyes had a look of a crazed man.� He saw him stand up and cross the room towards
his hunched form.

---

�Eiri,� he
hiccup-sobbed.� �Please.�

�� 

�I'm sorry, Shu-han,� whispered a voice in his ear.� �But your �lover' is not here.� It's just you and me.�

��

With a
terrified yelp, Shuichi scrambled blindly away from the voice.

��

�Shu-han,� chuckled the voice.� �I won't hurt you, you know that!� I'm here to help you!� I want to save you!�

��

Shuichi
hissed in pain as he smacked into something hard.� Agonizing pain laced his head.� Tears prickled his eyes.� Rubbing his throbbing head, he spit, �I don't
need your help!� I don't need you to save
me!� I don't want anything from you, Yasashii!�� He
reached out blindly and felt the slick, smooth surface of another wall.� Cursing, tears of pain and fear racing down
his face, Shuichi sat with his back pressed against the wall and tried to
search the darkness for his captor.

��

�That's
because that damn perverted womanizer has poisoned your mind!� Why can't you see that?� he pleaded.

��

�Fuck
you!� That �perverted womanizer' is my
husband!� I love him and he loves me!�

��

�What about
me, Shu-han?� Yasashii
asked in a gentle voice.� �Don't my
feelings count for anything?�

Shuichi
ignored the question and tumbled to his feet, but made sure he kept his hands
against the wall.� Slowly, he began
sliding himself along the wall, hoping to find a door or something.� He had to get out of here!� He had to find Eiri!

��

�I know
everything about you, Shu-han!� Shindou Shuichi. �Standing at 165 centimeters.� Born April 16.� Aries.�
Your blood type is A.� You love
strawberry pocky.�
Sakuma Ryuichi is your idol.� Nagano
Hiro is your best friend.� When you were eighteen, you got signed to
NG.�

��

�Shut
up!� That doesn't mean anything!� Anybody with a few yen could find all that
out!� What makes you so special?�

��

�I love you, that's why!�

��

Shuichi
barked out a laugh.� �Kidnapping me and
holding me against my will is love?�

��

�I'm trying
to help you!� Yuki-san has poisoned your
mind against our love!�

��

�You're
crazy!�

��

�Only about
you, My Love.�

---

Shuichi was not sure when they started but
as the memory faded, he found his face drenched with tears.� He wiped at then futilely and sniffed, but
they would not stop.� He turned and buried
his wet face in his husbands shoulder and wept bitter tears, his shoulders
shaking as he sobbed.� Eiri hugged him
tightly, choking on his own sobs.

+---+---+

When his tears lessened, Shuichi lifted
his head and wiped at his face.� He glanced
behind them at the hallway.

Yasashii made a terrible oversight that
day.� He left the bedroom door
unlocked.� That gave Shuichi the
opportunity to flee, but instead of leaving the apartment, as he should have,
he stood at the top of those stairs and stared down horrified at the sight he
saw.� Both of his guards, Koji and Jacob,
lying face down and unmoving.� Or maybe
Yasashii left the door open knowing Shuichi would escape and see his wonderful
handy work, something he did for �their future�.

�Can you�Can you go over to the railing?�
Shuichi asked his husband, his voice thickened by all the crying.� Without a word, Eiri walked to the newly
repaired railing and Shuichi glanced down into the living room below.

Shuichi was well aware that Eiri had not
said a word since they came here and for that; he was eternity grateful to him.

---

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.

---

Tears trailed down Shuichi's cheeks as he
sobbed quietly.� The pain of losing his
bodyguards was still there.� There was
still a part of him that felt responsible for their deaths.� That would never change no matter how many
sessions he had with Dr. Hikari.

A phantom crash echoed through the
apartment, jerking Shuichi's gaze down towards the front door.� He saw the door implode as Eiri burst through
it, a knight in shinning armor trying to save his princess from the
dragon.� Shuichi snickered through his
tears at the thought.� Sighing, he leaned
against his husband's shoulder, sniffing as his sobs lessened.

Eiri gazed over the railing to the front
door.� He could remember the first thing
he saw when he busted down the door.

---

Eiri rubbed
his sore shoulder.� He knew this could be
done.� He had seen an episode of the
American show �Myth Busters� where the bigger guy- what was his name, Jaime? -
had beaten down a door with just his body weight.� So Eiri knew it could be done.� Since he was not as big as the man on the
show was, it would take him twice as long to break through the door, but it
could be done.� He started towards the
door once again.� Just one or two more
times and the door would be history, but the sudden screaming from inside
stopped Eiri's blood cold.� He stumbled to a halt.� His heart was racing.� Eiri cursed and backed up.� Taking a deep breath, the writer charged the
door with a primitive cry. �He bounced
off the door as he heard it crack and shatter open.

Finally.

��

He pushed the
door aside and stumbled inside the apartment, tripping over something that was
lying right inside the door.� Regaining
his balance, he stared over his shoulder at the limp bodies and cursed.

��

�E-Eiri,�
came the cry from above him.

��

The writer
glanced up, saw his baka alive and well at the head
of the staircase.� At his feet was their
neighbor, clutching his face and crying.�
He blinked.� �Shu,
wh-what did you do to him?�

��

Shuichi
smiled proudly.� �Decked him.�

---

Eiri kissed the side of his husband's
head.

Shuichi turned his head and gazed at his
husband through the thin veil of tears he was unable to chase away.� He glanced deeply into those golden hazel eyes
and smiled.� Shuichi reached out and
lightly traced the side of Eiri's face.�
Eiri smiled back, leaning into that touch.

�I love you.�

Eiri chuckled.� �I know,� he whispered back.� Eiri's head descended until his lips brushed
lightly over Shuichi's.� He touched their
foreheads together, gazing into those big violet eyes.

Snuggling against his husband, Shuichi
hugged the man tightly.� �Let's go.�

�Alright.��
Eiri carried his husband towards the steps, but stopped and glanced over
his shoulder at the railing.� Today he
was taking his husband home, but three months ago, he stood at the bottom of
these stairs and watched as a deranged madman, covered in his own blood, went
after Shuichi�

---

Eiri snorted,
but felt a surge of pride.� �I can see
that baka.�

�Well,� the
singer said, fisting his hands on his hips, �that's what he gets for trying to
take what I reserve for you alone.�

��

�What?�� Eiri did not like that one little bit.� He started towards the staircase.� �Shuichi, what-?�� He cut himself off when he noticed the
bastard who took his Shuichi stagger to his feet.� With his wide eyes, he watched as this man,
who had blood covering the lower half of his face and an insane gleam in his
eyes, glared at the back of Shuichi's head.

��

Shuichi heart
beat in reaction to the sudden panicked look in his husband in confusion.� �Eiri?� he called out cautiously.� �What's-?�

��

�Duck,� Eiri
shouted in panic.

�

---

Shuichi glanced at his husband and saw him
staring up the stairs.� �Eiri?�

Eiri turned a drawn face towards his
singer.� His pale eyes shimmered with
unshed tears.

�Eiri!��
Shuichi was always shocked to see this side of his husband.� He almost never cried.� He could count on one hand how many times he
has seen Eiri cry and still have enough fingers left over to make a fist.� �W-what's wrong?� Why�Why're you-?�

�I almost lost you that day,� he choked.

With tears in his own eyes, Shuichi hugged
Eiri, feeling the blond writer squeeze him in return.� �But you didn't,� he whispered.

Eiri took a deep breath and nodded.� He had not, but he could have.� He hugged his husband tightly, closing his
eyes against the tears that threatened to spill.� �I love you, Shuichi.�

�I know,� Shuichi whispered back.

Down in the living room, Shuri engulfed
her lover from behind, holding her tightly as they watched the men at the top
of the stairs.� Yuri leaned into the
older woman, a soft smile on her face.�
She turned her head and glanced tenderly at her lover.� Shuri smiled back, kissing her softly, then
turned back to watch their neighbors.

+---+---+

Shuichi and Eiri walked out of the
apartment and turned back to the women.�
�Thank you again.�

�You're very welcome,� Yuri nodded.

�I hope everything works out for you,�
Shuri told the men.

�Thank you,� Eiri said.� �Come on, Shu.�

�Goodbye,� Shuichi nodded as he and Eiri
headed back to their apartment.

Marcus and Blade took up their positions
outside the door as the couple entered the apartment.

�Now we just have to make it through a
session with Dr. Hikari and then your physical therapy,� Eiri told his husband.

Shuichi groaned
as he wheeled into the living room.�
�Why'd you have to remind me?� he whined as the apartment door closed
behind him.

---TBC---

Preview:� �A
Possibility�

A/N:�
Hopefully, Shuichi will be able to move on now.� What did you think?
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