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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:

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

Insert:�

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

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

(Last Time)

�Do you really
think I could be pregnant, Eiri?�

�It's
possible.�

��

Shuichi
tightened his hold on his husbands arm.�
�I hope I am.� I would love to
have a baby with you.�

Eiri
smirked.� So would he.� �We'll just have to wait and see.�� He held Shuichi's hand that held onto his
arm.� �If it turns out you're not than
we'll just have to keep trying, huh?�

A huge smile
flashed across Shuichi's face.�
�Promise?�

��

�Promise.�

��

After what he has been through these last six or so
months, he was glad to finally be able to see the light at the end of the
tunnel.� Having Eiri's
baby?� Yes, dreams were made of that
stuff.� �I wonder what Riku�ll think about having a little brother or sister,� he
wondered aloud.

Eiri
snorted.� �Let�s just hope it�s just a
brother or sister.�

+---+---+

Chapter
22: The End of an Era

Eiri walked out of his office reading his manuscript
one last time before he sent it in to Mizuki as he headed to the kitchen.� Without pausing in his reading, the writer
set his mug down on the countertop and filled it to the brim with the steaming
dark liquid.� He took a sip of the
surprisingly still hot coffee and started back towards his office when he heard
the front door open.

�Sir,� called Marcus as the giant of a man as he
stepped into the living room.� �Mr.
Seguchi is here to see Mr. Shindou,� he informed the writer in his native
tongue.

�Let him in,� Eiri sighed.

The American nodded and vanished as Eiri walked into
the living room and tossed the manuscript of his latest story on the coffee
table.� Flopping down onto the couch, he
removed his glasses and placed them on top of the thick volume of paper.

�Afternoon, Eiri,� the president smiled as he strolled
into the apartment.

�What do you want, Seguchi?�

�I came to speak with Shindou-san.� Is he here?�

�He's sleeping.�

Tohma raised an eyebrow.� When Eiri did not elaborate or say anything
further, he said, �I have a proposition for him.� For Bad Luck actually.�

Eiri raised an eyebrow.� �I thought you'd agreed to give them some
time off.�

�I did, yes.�

�O-Kay.� Care to
elaborate?�

Tohma shook his head with a smile on his face.� �I would rather discuss it with Shindou-san
present.� That way, I do not have to
repeat myself.�

Eiri snorted.�
�Can't have that, can we?�� He stood
and walking up the staircase, vanished in the master bedroom.

Tohma settled himself down on the couch, folding his
hands neatly in his lap.� He heard the
faint sound of his brother-in-law�s deep voice speaking softly punctuated with
his deep bass chuckle and Shuichi's high-pitched giggle, but could not make out
what they were saying.� Several minutes
passed before Eiri reappeared with his husband in tow.

Shuichi, in a pair of pink bunny pajama bottoms and a
white t-shirt limped out of their bedroom and slowly made his way down the
stairs, his cane held securely in one hand and his husbands in the other.� Tohma was shocked to see how worn out the
singer appeared.

�Good afternoon, Shindou-san,� Tohma greeted.� �I apologize for waking you up.�

Shuichi yawned, scratching his head as he sat down on
the couch.� �It's okay.� Eiri said it was time for me to get up and
have breakfast anyway.�

�That would be lunch,� Eiri corrected.

�Huh?�� Shuichi
looked at him blankly.

��

�You slept through breakfast.� It is now past noon.� Lunch time.�

�Oh.�� Shuichi
blushed.

Tohma blinked in surprise.� �You are just getting up?� I assumed you were just taking a nap.�

Shuichi shook his head, blushing.� He peeked at his husband and saw him give a
small sharp shake of his head.

Tohma saw the exchange and grew curious.

��

�You have something to talk to me about?� Shuichi
asked his boss.

�Yes, I do,� Tohma said snapping out of his
thoughts.� He perched on the edge of the
seat and faced the singer.� �I know we discussed
you taking an extended leave of absence from singing.�

Shuichi nodded.�
They had discussed it soon after he woke from his coma.� Tohma told him he could take as much time as
he needed in order to recover.� Shuichi had
yet to talk to him and the rest of Bad Luck about his need to distance himself
from the business, not because of this incident that almost left him paralyzed,
but for him, for Eiri and for the rest of the family they wanted to start.� Bad Luck has been going strong in one form or
another for almost fifteen years and it was time to step back and just be
Shindou Shuichi, husband, lover, son, best friend and not Shindou Shuichi, lead
singer of the hottest band in the world.�
The hard part was telling Hiro, Suguru, Michael, Kai and Kei.

�I am not asking you to return to work,� Tohma was
saying.� �But we have been getting
hundreds of inquiries each day asking about how you're doing and when is Bad
Luck going to perform again and such.� I
would like you to release a statement to the press.� Maybe do one or two interviews.� Just to inform your fans that you are indeed
alive and well.�

Shuichi nodded.�
That was the least he could do.�
In the six months since the accident, he has gotten thousands of cards
from fans wishing him to get well soon.�
They had been very worried about him and the least he could do was thank
them for all their concern, prayers, and well wishes.� �Alright.�
I can do that.�

�Wonderful!��
Tohma clapped his hands together.�
�There is another thing I would like to discuss with you this afternoon,
but before you say anything, here me out.�

Shuichi nodded despite the bad feeling he was getting.

�I received a call from the president of the Music
Channel and he wanted Nittle Grasper as their surprise guest on the Music
Channel Video Music Awards this year.�

�Really?� That's
great!�

�I turned them down-�

�What?� Shuichi cried in shock.� Why would Tohma Seguchi turn something like
that down?

Even Eiri was shocked his brother-in-law had done
something like that.� He might not be as
outgoing and carefree as his husband, but he did know that the MCVMA's was the
biggest award show.� It was the only
award show where the winners were chosen based solely by their fans.� It was an award show geared towards the young
people, who buy the majority of the music.

�-and offered the position to you.�

Shuichi blinked.�
�T-to me?� I don't understand.�

�What I'm saying, Shindou-san is this; Bad Luck has
the guest appearance on the hottest award show in Japan.� This will be the first time you have
performed in over a year, the first time you have been seen in public since the
accident.� Nobody knows who the special
guests are except for a very select few.�
With everything that has happened, nobody would ever guess the guests
would be you.� If we were to hold back
those press statements and interviews until after the show, it would be even
more of a surprise when that curtain rises.��
Tohma searched the singer's face and saw the eagerness, the anticipation,
the fire and desire burning away in them.�
But he also saw something else.�
Fear.� �You do not have to do
this.� I am not forcing you and I will
not hold it against you.� If you are not
ready, that is fine.�

To be the special guests on the Music Channel Video
Music Award show would be the greatest thing in the world.� He has been hearing some rumors that he was
permanently paralyzed, that the concussion left him brain dead, or unable to
sing, or mute and blind.� There were
dozens of such rumors floating around.� A
lot of people and so-called experts have been saying that a fall like the one
he took should have left him blah, blah.�
His x-rays show blah.� Everyone
had been saying Shindou Shuichi was as good as dead and that Bad Luck was
finished.� They had completely written
them off.� Well, he could not let these
falsehoods continue.� This performance
could be his way of thanking all the fans for their support and to let everyone
know while he was far from back to normal, he was far from finished.

�The only thing is�the show is only two weeks away,�
Tohma added.

Eiri head snapped around.� He glared at his brother-in-law.�

�Two weeks?��

It was bad enough Tohma wanted his husband to perform so
soon after the accident, but now the guys had only two weeks to come up with
and perfect a stage show.� He did not
like any of this.� He could not allow
Shuichi to do this.� It was too
soon.�

�Seguchi-�

�I know.� I
know.�� Tohma patted the air with his
gloved hand.� �You would have a lot to do
in such a short amount of time, Shindou-san.�
That's why I was not-�

�We'll do it.�

�What?!�� Eiri
rounded on his husband.� �Shindou Shuichi
-!�

Shuichi threw his husband a reassuring smile.� He saw the concern on his face and knew what
he was thinking.� �This could be Bad
Luck's�farewell performance.�

Tohma's smile falter.�
�Farewell performance?�
Shindou-san, surely your brief hiatus-�

�No, Seguchi-san.��
Shuichi shook his head with a sad smile.�
It was now or never.� He glanced
at his husband.� They linked hands,
twining their fingers together.� He took
a deep breath and plunged forward.�
�I'm�leaving the music business.�
At least for now,� he quickly added.�
His hand fluttered to his stomach.�
�You see, it's not official, but�I think we're�we're going to have a
baby.�

The president of the biggest record label in the
country was stunned into silence.� His
eyes bugged out of his head and his jaw dropped to the floor.� �What!?�

+---+---+

�It's something that I've been wrestling with ever
since our last tour ended.�� Shuichi
shook his head and heaved a heavy sigh.�
�You all know I was firmly set against this album.� That didn't change just because I agreed to
do it.�

Suguru spoke up.�
�But it's gone Platinum sev-�

Shuichi shook his statement aside.� �Forever Yours could go diamond
tomorrow and it would not change the fact that I hated doing it.�

�Why?� Hiro asked his best friend.� He slid to the edge of the couch and stared,
feeling confused, at his best friend who was gazing out over the balcony.� �I don't understand, Shu.�

�You guys don't know this, but I was on the verge of
having a nervous breakdown.�

Gasps, whispers and cries of shock and disbelief
followed this statement.

Shuichi ignored it all and plunged on ahead before he
lost his nerve.� �It was easier then I
thought it would be to hide my breakdown from you guys.� I was surprised none of you noticed.��

Actually, he was not that surprised.� They all had their own lives now, wives,
girlfriends, children�They could not keep on looking after him.�

�That day,� he continued, �I was heading into the
studio to tell you that I had had enough, that I needed a break.� In the event that you denied me my request,
I�I was ready to quit.�

�What?� they all shouted.

�You're kidding!�

�No way.�

�I don't believe it.�

�Shu-�

�Though, that would have broken my heart to do so,�
Shuichi admitted truthfully.

The living room was filled the heavy silence.� Each person was lost in his own world of
confusion and bewilderment.

�When K was our manager, he never gave us a moment's
peace.� It was always GO!� GO!�
GO!��

Shuichi emphasized the last by pounding his fist in
his hands.� He heaved a sigh.�

�I understand why he did it.� He wanted us to get our name out there.� He wanted us to be the biggest in the music
business.� Hell, I wanted that too!� But as time went by, it just got worse.� The pressure to be bigger than the last time,
to out do what we achieved before.� There
was always a show we had to do.� We were
always doing a week stint here two weeks there.�
It just did not end!� He never
gave us a break.� Never!� To him, it was to hell with your families and
significant others.� Forget the holidays
and having any semblance of a normal life.�
We were to live, breath, eat and dream Bad Luck.��

Shuichi shook his head.�

�He was the world's biggest work alcoholic and he
expected us to be as well.� When he left,
I thought, �Finally!� Some peace!'� But nothing changed.� It was still GO!� GO!�
GO!� For the past ten years it's
been the same damn thing.�

Shuichi felt his anger beginning to take over him,
pushing aside the melancholy.� He was not
sure whom he was mad at.

��

�Rush through an album, promote the hell out of it,
tour until my voice's shot and I'm mentally and physically exhausted and then
tour some more.� Come home, rest for a
week- longer if we're lucky- and then start all over again.�� Shuichi turned around, tears running down his
face.� His anger suddenly evaporated,
leaving only the despair and the sadness.�
�I can't do that anymore!� I
can't!�

This was one of the hardest things he ever had to
do.� Seguchi Tohma had taken it well,
after getting over the shock.� He also
understood.� He pointed out that even
Nittle Grasper had taken several vacations through their long careers.� It was something everyone had to do
occasionally.� You had to slow down.� You had to take a break away from it
all.� Otherwise, you ended up burning
out.

�Singing is what you
do.� It is not who you are,� Tohma said
to him.

�I love you guys.�
You're my best friends, my family.�
But I can't do this anymore.��

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly through
his mouth.�

�I've been struggling with this decision even before I
was forced into doing this last album.� I
knew what I had to do, but I�I didn't want to let you down!� I was fading rapidly, but still�I had to at
least try to make it to the end.� We were
almost finished, but��

Shuichi shook his head. �But then I got pregnant, he added
silently.� The unexpected pregnancy just
made it all that much worse.�

�I'm sorry.� I
really am, but this is just something I have to do.��

He face scrunched up as a renewed surge of sadness
welled up inside of him.�

�Bad Luck is my life,� he sobbed.� �Without it, I have nothing!� But-�

��

Kai smiled at his cousin.� �It's alright, Shuichi.�

��

�Take as much time as you need,� Kei agreed.

��

Shuichi sniffed and stared at the twins in awe.

��

�Besides, we have a little side project we've been
working on,� Kai explained.

��

�I've, uh, been thinking about going home,� Michael
spoke up.� �It's been awhile since I've
seen my family and I want�I want my children to see where I'm from, ya
know?� Besides, my folks want to be there
when Anzu has the baby.�� He
shrugged.� �This's actually pretty good
timing.�� He smiled at Shuichi.� �Like Kai and Kei said, do what you
must.� The last thing we need is for you
to collapse from exhaustion, or something.�

��

�Thank you, Michael.�

��

Hiro sighed.�
�Well, I must admit, it has been good to spend time with my wife and
son.� If we were to go back into the
studio full force, or hell, even half force��
He shook his head his head.� �If I
was still single, it wouldn't bother me as much, but I have a family now,
so�� He lifted his head and smiled at
his front man.� �Alright, Shu.� To tell you the truth, I think we've been
long due a little r and r.�

��

One by one, the others swept their gaze towards the
manager and synth player.� They all waited
expectantly.� Suguru really did not like
the idea of them taking any amount of time off.�
It would just be that much harder to rise to the top when they came
back.� Like Shuichi, Bad Luck was his
life.� Without it, he felt as if he had
nothing, that he was nothing, but one look at Shuichi and he knew that it had
to be done.� He saw the exhaustion, the
strain.� And as much as he tried to
ignore it, he felt the same weariness in his bones.� He sighed noisily.� �Just promise me that we'll have one last
gig, or something?� A small tour,
anything!� Some sort of farewell
performance.�

��

Shuichi smiled brightly at the man.� �Actually-�

��

All eyes swept towards the purple haired singer.

��

�Tohma came to see me yesterday afternoon and he wants
us to be the special guests on the MCVMA's.�

��

Silence greeted this announcement.� Then like an explosion, the other members of
Bad Luck began celebrating their good fortune.

��

Hiro came twirling towards him.� �Tell me this isn't some sort of bad joke!�

��

Shuichi, grinning like a madman, shook his head.

��

�Yes!�� He
jumped Suguru, laughing.

��

He hated to be the bearer of bad news, but�

�We have two weeks,� he shouted over the noise.

��

The noise died down as if a button had been pushed.

��

�What!� Suguru demanded, twirling around, Hiro still
on his back.

��

Shuichi blushed.�
�The, uh, award show is in two weeks and it's live.�

��

As screams of disbelief echoed throughout the
apartment, Shuichi saw Marcus enter, his hand on the butt of his gun.� The singer caught his eye and shook his head,
waving him back.� Marcus nodded and
retreated.

Shuichi turned back towards the others, the corner of
his mouth tilted in a smile.� Just
because Bad Luck was officially disbanding did not mean they had to stop being
friends, but it was the end of an era and it made Shuichi strangely sad.

+---+---+

�Take care, Shu,� Hiro said, hugging his best friend a
few hours later.� �See ya at the studio
in the morning,� he said, walking down the hall towards the elevator where the
others were waiting.

�Bye, Hiro.�
Bye, guys!�� Shuichi kept waving
until the elevator doors closed.� He then
walked back into the apartment and shutting the door behind him, leaned against
the door and sighed heavily.� They had
two weeks before the award show.� What
had he been thinking agreeing to this?

Pushing away from the door, he limped through the
living room to the stereo.� He ran his
fingers along the hundreds of CD's that lined the shelves.� A great deal of them was Nittle Grasper and
Bad Luck.� His fingers stopped over �The
Rage Beat� CD single.� Pulling it out, he
flipped it over and read the back.� There
was the original version with his musical arrangement, the version with the souped up arrangement by Suguru.� Then there were several remix versions.� One was the �zoom mix�, another �the last
element mix�.� The others were various
club mixes.

��

A plan began to formulate in his head.

��

�This might work,� he muttered to himself,
nodding.� �All I need is to pick the
final song.�� He snorted, shaking his
head.� �Pick a song, any song!� You only have about forty singles to choose
from.�

��

�They say-�

��

Startled, Shuichi gasped and twirled around.� With his arms crossed over his chest and a
smirk on his face, was Eiri.

��

�-talking to yourself is a sign of intelligence.�� Eiri snorted.�
�But in your case, I think it's a sign of derision.�

��

�Dammit, Eiri,� Shuichi snapped, a hand over his
pounding heart.� �You scared the shit out
of me!�

��

Chuckling, the writer pushed away from the wall and
crossed the room.� He kissed his husband
and flopped down onto the couch.� �How'd
it go?�

��

�They took the news better than I thought they would.�

�Baka.� I
told you they would.�

�Uhm.�� Shuichi
shrugged.� �It did look as if Suguru was
going to argue, but he gave in.� They all
said to take my time and do what I have to.�
Besides,� Shuichi sat down on the couch, folding his legs underneath
him, �Kei and Kai said they have a side project they've been working on.� Hiro wants to spend more time with Ayaka-san
and Kaza-kun and Michael wants to head back to the States and see his family.�

��

Eiri nodded.�
�And Fujisaki?�

Shuichi shrugged.�
�No idea.� He didn't say, but he's
very talented.� He could help many
bands.� As a music arranger or even as a
manager.�

�Hm.�� That was
true.� Eiri took in the CD in Shuichi's
hand.� �What were you doing when I came
in?�

�Huh?� Oh!� Trying to figure out which songs to use in
our performance.�

�Decide on anything?�

�Hm.�
Sorta.� I was thinking of starting
with an instrumental version of `The Rage Beat' and then a second song, but I
can't figure out which one to use.�

�Hm.�� Eiri
stood up and walked over to the CD shelving unit.� His eyes roved over the music store that had
somehow managed to relocate in their living room.� He really had to go through them one of these
days, preferably when Shuichi was not home.

�I thought it would be ironic to use �The Rage Beat',
ya know?� It was the song that introduced
us to the world and the song that we'll use to say goodbye.�� Shuichi swallowed over a sudden lump in his
throat.� �For the other song, I was
thinking about �Jounetsu Ballad', �Masking Pleasure Around' or �Spicy
Marmalade', but I don't know.� I want
something really fun and upbeat.�
Something to dance to.�

Eiri snorted.�
That narrowed it down.� He slid a
CD off the shelf and tossed it to Shuichi.

Shuichi blinked at the choice.� �'Spicy Marmalade',� he read.� He tapped the CD case against his chin.� The other one beat a rhythm against his
knee.� The plan that had started
formulating earlier picked up speed.�
�This might work.�� He looked up
when a shadow fell upon him.� �Uh?� Eiri?�
Wha�?�

The writer grabbed the CD's out of his husband's hands
and set them on the coffee table behind him.�
He knelt on the edge of the couch and leaned over Shuichi, a hand on the
back of the couch, as the singer reclined back.�
Eiri captured his husband's lips and kissed him passionately.

Shuichi melted into the kiss and encircled Eiri's neck
with his arms, pulling the man closer as the kiss deepened.� Shuichi bent his legs and parted them
automatically so that Eiri could settle between them.�

Eiri lay on top of the smaller man.� The blond writer pried open Shuichi's mouth
with his tongue, slipping it inside as he unbuttoned Shuichi's shirt and flung
it open.� He felt the reaction he was
searching for immediately as his husband's arousal poked into him.

��

Their tongues battled, chasing each other from one
damp cavern to another.� The match ended
in a draw and an erotic, sensual dance began.�
Eiri trailed kisses along Shuichi's jaw and down to his neck where he
suckled.� He had a strong inclination to
once again to leave his mark so he did so

Shuichi moaned, his fingers tangling themselves in
Eiri's soft, blond locks.�

Eiri's hands trailed softly down Shuichi's chest.�

Shuichi gasped when his husband tweaked his
nipples.� He trailed his hands down
Eiri's back and tugged his shirt out of his pants.� He slipped his hands down the front of Eiri's
shirt until his fingers hit something hard.�
Blindly, he unbuckled the belt and slid it from the loops, tossing it
onto the coffee table.� He then undid the
button and tugged the zipper down.� He
reached inside and squeezed the hard length he found within.�

Eiri flung his head back and hissed with a
shudder.� Panting as heavily as his
singer husband, Eiri captured Shuichi's lips and ravished his mouth as he
groped the hard lump that lay pressed against his own freed cock.� One hand captured Shuichi's small wrists and
held them above his head while the other one groped him through the thin
cotton.� Shuichi flung his head
back.� His gasp turned into long breathy
moans as Eiri squeezed him, massaging him expertly.

��

�Eiri,� Shuichi cried out breathlessly.

��

Sitting up, Eiri grabbed the waistband of Shuichi's
sweatpants and tugging off the offending material, tossed them aside.� He gazed down at the naked man beneath
him.� His breath hitched and he licked
his lips, feeling himself getting harder at the glorious sight.� �You're so beautiful, Shu-chan.�

��

A hot blush flushed across Shuichi's face.

��

He noticed Shuichi had noticeably put on some weight,
especially around the middle, but that just made the singer even more gorgeous
in his eye.� He wondered why he had not
noticed before.� Eiri leaned down and
planted a chaste kiss on the man's swelling stomach.� He rolled his eyes up and gazed into the
teary eyes of his husband.

��

Crawling up the man, Eiri plundered his husband's
mouth, kissing him like he wanted to eat him.�
Shuichi did not like it when they did this dry, but it never stayed dry
for very long.� Natural lube was what
they used.� Shuichi gasped into Eiri's
mouth as he felt his husband's cock at his anus.� He groaned, hissing as the large invader was
pushed in.� Eiri grabbed the narrow hips
and pressed inside one tight inch at a time until he was fully sheathed inside,
tearing moan filled cries out of the man pinned underneath him.� Pulling himself out, Eiri then thrust back
in.� He rocked his hips, setting up a
steady pace, quickening as his own excitement lubed the tight passage squeezing
his dick.

��

Shuichi tossed his head back, arched his back and
cried out.� His hands spasmed on Eiri's
shoulders.� �Oh, God, Eiri!�

��

Eiri buried his face against his husband's neck,
grunting and he thrust inside of his husband repeatedly, feeling the pressure
building as they rose higher and higher.�
Finally, they reached the crest and the pressure exploded like a balloon
popping.� Both men cried out as the
orgasm hit them.

��

Panting, Eiri pulled out and collapsed besides the
man, cradling him tightly against him.�
He kissed the top of Shuichi's head and sighed.� �I love you, Shu.�

��

Shuichi tipped his head back and was met with a soft,
chaste kiss.� �I know.�

��

Eiri sighed and thought about the performance Shuichi
had to do in two weeks.� He was nervous
about the whole thing.� Was he ready to
do something like that?� The baka
could go without his cane for short periods, but he got so tired so easily
these days.� He was not sure if he should
let Shuichi go through with this.� �Be
careful, alright?� I don't want you doing
anything strenuous.� Understand?�

��

Grinning, Shuichi flipped over and straddled
Eiri.� �Are you concerned about me?� he
teased.

��

Eiri snorted and held Shuichi's hips.� �Hell no.�
I'm worried about our son.�

��

Shuichi chuckled and snuggled on top of his
husband.� �Liar.�

�Sure.�

Sighing contently, Shuichi closed his eyes.� �Love you,� he whispered as he fell asleep.

�I love you, too,� Eiri
whispered back.

---TBC---

Preview: �The Results�

A/N:� No!� The end of Bad Luck?� But you have to admit, that it is something
that Shuichi needs.� Maybe they�ll get
back together in the future.� So, how was
it?
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This I Promise You (edited & revised)