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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.�
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factory for their reviews.� I love hearing from you guys even if it�s
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(Last Time)

Shuichi
sniffed and chuckled.� �Other than having
no energy and throwing up several times a day?�
Fine.�

��

Dr. Amano
laughed.� �Well, you may as well get used
to them, Shindou-san because they aren't going anywhere any time soon.�

��

Confused,
Shuichi blinked.� �What?�

��

The doctor
laughed again.� �Congratulations,
Shindou-san.� You are indeed
pregnant.� Ten weeks to be exact.�

��

Shuichi felt
numb with shock.

��

�Shindou-san?�

��

He was
pregnant.� �Are you sure?� he asked in a
serious, calm voice.� This did not seem
real at all.

��

Dr. Amano
chuckled.� �I'm sure, Shindou-san.� I want to set up an appointment to have you
come in to have a sonogram, all right?�
There's something I want to check.�

��

�Okay.�

+---+---+

Chapter
24: A Day of Surprises

Eiri was placing soba into a bowl when his husband
finally decided to saunter into the kitchen late the next morning.

�'Morning,� Shuichi yawned as he pulled out a chair at
the table and sat down.� He dropped his
head onto his folded arms, yawning loudly.

�Morning,� Eiri returned.� Doing a double take, he asked his husband,
�You're not sick are you?�� He set the
prongs down on the counter and carried the two bowls to the table.� He set one in front of his husband and the
other in front of his seat.

Shuichi sat up and frowned.� �I don't think so, but I am tired,� he
explained.� �Ita da ki masu,� he
muttered over the meal.� He picked up his
chopsticks and stuffed some noodles into his mouth.� �Hmmm.��
He smacked his lips.� �It's good,
Eiri.�� He set his chopsticks down and
got up to pour himself some juice.� �You
know that feeling when your eyes feel like they're burning, but you're not
tired?�

�Hmm.� What
about it?�

�Well, that's how I feel right now.�� He sat back down and took a healthy gulp of
his juice.� �I don't even have the energy
to pick up my chopsticks and eat.�

�You'd better eat,� Eiri snapped.� �Just because you like to starve yourself
doesn't mean you have to do the same thing to our child.�

�Aw, Eiri!� I do
not starve myself!� And even if I did, I
wouldn't do that to our kid.�

�Damn right you're not.�

They ate in silence for several minutes, each absorbed
in their own thoughts.

Eiri was worried now more than ever about letting
Shuichi do this performance now that they were positive Shuichi was
pregnant.� He was not sure if letting him
prance around stage was a good idea.

Shuichi, on the other hand, was thinking about his
stage show for �Spicy Marmalade�.� He
knew he wanted lasers, lights, fireworks or some sort of pyrotechnics.� And dancing!

�I'm going to be hiring a nutritionist,� came Eiri's
unexpected voice, breaking into Shuichi's thoughts.

His chopsticks paused halfway to his mouth; Shuichi
looked at his husband dumbly.� �A what?�

�A nutritionist.�
You may thrive of eating nothing but junk food, but I will not have my
son ingesting that crap.�

Groaning, Shuichi slumped down and set his chopsticks down.� A nutritionist?� That sucked.�
Big time.

�So that means, no pocky-�

Shuichi gasped.�
That was just plain sacrilegious!

�-no cookies, candy, ice cream, chips and no
caffeine.� That means no tea, iced or
hot, coffee or pop.�

Shuichi felt ill.�
�Eiri,� he whined.

Eiri shook his head as he finished his noodles.� �I mean it, Shu-chan.�

�Oh, man!�� He
slumped further in his seat, pouting.

�Eat, Shuichi,� Eiri commanded as he stood up and
placed his bowl in the sink.

Shuichi fisted his hand against his cheek and frowned
into the buckwheat noodles, his chopsticks poking at the slimy pasta.� He suddenly had no appetite.� �Ya know,� he said grumpily, �you're lucky
you already gave up smoking.�

Eiri sat back down with a fresh cup of coffee and
looked at his husband with a cocked eyebrow.�
�Oh?� he asked, taking a sip.

�Yeah, because you'd have to give it up for the baby.�

�Hm.� Good thing
I quit years ago.�� Because that would
have just plain sucked not to be able to smoke, even if it was for the baby.� He would have gone insane within the first
day.� Hell, within the first thirty
seconds, he amended.

Shuichi huffed.�
�Yeah, too damn bad.� It'd teach
you right.�

Eiri snorted, shaking his head.� �Oh!�
Speaking of which��

�I know, I know.��
He would have to either somehow break the news to the guys about the
baby or somehow get Hiro to not smoke around him without telling him the real
reason why.� �I'll have a talk with
Hiro.�

�Good.� Now
finish eating or you're going to be late.��
He grabbed his cup and stood up.�
Walking around the table, he kissed the top of Shuichi's head and headed
to his office.

Shuichi glared into the by now soggy bowl of noodles
and growled.� A nutritionist?� Damn.�
Double damn.� �By the way, where�s
Riku?�

�School.�

��School�?�
Already?!�

�What do you mean �already�?� It�s almost noon, baka.�

��Oh.�

+---+---+

�Remember I have to go to the doctor's later,� Shuichi
reminded his husband as he slid into his sandals an hour later.

�Hn.�� Eiri
crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe.

�Well, I'm outta here,� Shuichi smiled, standing
up.� He kissed his husband thoroughly and
dashed out of the apartment, eager to get to the studio.

�Hey,� Eiri called down the hallway.� �Make sure you take it easy today,
understand?� I don't want you to do
anything too strenuous!�

Shuichi tossed the writer a lopsided grin over his
shoulder as he stepped into the elevator, Marcus taking up his position in the
front, as if to say, �don't worry so much�.

For some reason, Eiri did not quite trust his husband.

+---+---+

The door to rehearsal studio 2 burst open and a
smiling Shuichi jumped inside.� �Good
morning everyone!�

From his stool where he was tuning his guitar, Hiro
glanced up at his best friends and smiled.�
�Hey, Shu.�� He saw Shuichi's
guard take up position outside the studio door.

�Morning,� Kai called as he stood up after plugging in
his guitar.

Shuichi skipped happily into the sound booth and
glanced around.� He lifted his bag over
his head and set it down against the wall out of the way.� �Where're the others?�

�Fujisaki and Sakano are in a meeting with the
conductor of that children's orchestra he managed to get for the performance,�
Hiro explained.� �And Kei and Michael
went to get coffee.�

�So that means, no pocky, no cookies, candy, ice cream, chips and no
caffeine.� That means no tea, iced or
hot, coffee or pop.�

Shuichi groaned.�
The next thirty weeks were going to suck big time.

�What's wrong, Shu?� Kai asked his cousin.

�Huh?� Oh, uh�I
have an announcement to make, but I'll wait until the others come back.�

Hiro and Kai threw a questioning glance at one
another.

�It doesn't have anything to do with the performance
does it?� Kai asked his cousin.

�Sort of,� he admitted.� Now that he knew for certain he was pregnant,
he was going to have to take it easy from now on, which totally sucked because
he wanted to go full out for this performance.�
He wanted to show those suited stiffs how wrong they had been to write
off Shindou Shuichi and Bad Luck.

�We're still doing it right?�

Shuichi threw them a goofy smile.� �Of course we are.�� He caught the concern and worry on their
faces.� �Don't worry!� It's good news!�� He beamed them a bright smile, all but
bursting with energy.

Since he was not sure how long the others would be, he
decided to kill some time.� He hopped
over to the piano and pulled out the piano bench.� Sitting down he lifted the lid that covered
the ivory keys.� Lacing his fingers, he
stretched his arms out in front of him, crackling his knuckles loudly.� Wiggling his fingers, he ran them over the
keys a few times and then started his warm up exercises with the scales.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Hiro clamp a
cigarette in his mouth.� His fingers
paused their ministrations as he watched the guitarist pull out his lighter
from his shirt pocket and flick it to life, engulfing the tip of his cigarette
in fire.� Remembering his husband�s
warning, Shuichi shot up from the piano and raced across the sound booth
towards his best friend, snatching the cigarette out of his mouth.

�Hey,� Hiro cried out in surprise.� �Shuichi!�
What the hell!�

Kai glanced up, curious.

Shuichi snapped the cigarette in half and tossed it
onto the floor, crushing it with his foot.�
�Sorry, Hiro, but there's no smoking in here.�

�Not like it's the first time, Shu.�

�I know, but if Eiri finds out you've been smoking
around me, he'll kill you.�

�Why would he kill me for smoking around you?� He's never said anything before now.� Besides, he used to smoke twice as much as I
do.�

Shuichi nodded as he made his way back to the
piano.� �I know, but�things...have
changed.�� He blushed.

�Changed how?�

�Does this have something to do with what you were
talking about before?� Kai wondered aloud, as he settled himself on his stool.

Shuichi only nodded as he sat back down at the
piano.� He stared at his laced fingers in
his lap, his face growing warmer.�
Clearing his throat, he tinkled his fingers lightly over the keys,
filling the stark silence with a beautifully intricate, but sweet melody.

�C'mon.� Let's
practice.� Who knows how long the others
will take?�

+---+---+

As the last notes of �The Rage Beat� faded, they were
rewarded with warm applause.� Startled,
Shuichi snapped open eyes he did not remember closing and blushed when he saw
watching them through the window Sakano, Suguru, Kei, Michael and another man
he did not recognize.� He assumed he was
the conductor Fujisaki and Sakano had that meeting with earlier.

�That was perfect, Shindou-san,� their young manager
said as he and the others entered the sound booth.� �I never realized that you were such a good
piano player.�

�Hey, just because my music compositions are not the
best in the world-�

�Nakano-san, Kai-kun, Shindou-san, let me introduce
you to Yakamoto Eiji -san,� Suguru said, cutting off his singer mid-yell. ��He's the conductor of the all children's
orchestra here in Tokyo.�

Yakamoto Eiji was a middle-aged man with salt and
pepper hair, but good strong looks and stance.�
He bowed politely to the members of Bad Luck.� �It's a pleasure and an honor to meet you.� Thank you for even considering using the
children.� Most people would have chosen
a professional orchestra of adults.�
Children are not really taken seriously.�

�Thank you, Yakamoto-san,� Shuichi bowed back, the
argument completely forgotten.� �I'd rather
use children than adults anyway.� They
are just so cute!� I love children.�

Hiro snorted.�
�That's because you are one.�

�Hey!�

�Anyway,� Suguru said loudly turning towards an amused
Yakamoto, �thank you once again, Yakamoto-san for agreeing to do this.� I apologize that you have such a short amount
of time to prepare.�

Yakamoto-san waved the younger man's concern
aside.� �Don't worry.� We'll be ready in time.� They're very hard and diligent workers.�

�Not to mention little geniuses,� Michael commented.� �I went to one of their performances last
year,� he explained when the others looked at him.� �If I hadn't known better, I wouldn't have
known they were kids.�

�Domo arigato,� Yakamoto-san bowed.� �We won't let you down.� Now, if you will excuse me, I should be
getting back.� We have a lot of work to
do in a short amount of time.�

�I'll escort you out,� Sakano told the older man.

�Thank you again, Yakamoto-san,� Suguru bowed.� �We'll see you this weekend?�

�Of course.�
Until then.�� Bowing once again,
the conductor of the children's orchestra was lead out of the rehearsal studio
by Bad Luck's producer.

Michael walked over to his guitar and lifted the strap
over his head, tuning it.

�So, we gonna practice, or what?� Kei asked as he sat
down behind his drum set, his drumsticks in his hands.

�Actually, Shuichi has something he needs to talk to
us about first,� Hiro said.

�Huh?� What's
going on?� Suguru asked as he walked over to his keyboards. �Did something
happen?�

Shuichi blushed.�
He stared at his hands as his fingers tickled the ivory, avoiding the
curious stares of his friends.� �Sorta.�

Suguru sighed heavily.�
�This isn't going to impede our performance, is it?�

�Maybe.�
Kinda.� Sorta.�� If Eiri had his way, they would not even be
doing the performance at all.� Either
that or they would not be doing such an upbeat tune like �Spicy Marmalade�.

�Which is it?� Suguru demanded.

�Shu, why don't you just tell us what's going on,�
Hiro suggested.

Still avoiding the gaze of the others, Shuichi
continued to stare at his fingers as they brushed lightly over the white keys
of the piano.� �You know how I told you
guys the other day that after this, I was taking a break from the band?�

�You mean, because you were on the verge of a nervous
breakdown,� Kai clarified.

Shuichi nodded.�
�Well, that was only part of the reason why.�

The others glanced at one another in confusion.

�Shu, what're you trying to say?� Hiro asked in
concern.

�You're not sick are you?� Suguru asked.

Shuichi shook his head, blushing.� �You know how long I and Eiri've been talking
about having more kids, right?�

�Do we,� Suguru snorted.� Before Rinjin Yasashii, that was all Shuichi
every talked about.

�Well, we're not talking about it anymore.�

Hiro exchanged a glance with the others.� �I don't get it.� You've given up or�?�

Shuichi shook his head.� �No.�
We haven't given up.� We're
actually, uh, gonna have a baby.�� He
blushed deeply.

�You mean, you're gonna adopt a kid?�

�No, Hiro,� Shuichi denied, shaking his head.� �Not adopt.�
I mean we're going to have a baby.� I'm going to have a baby.�

Silence met this stunning confession.� The studio was so quiet that you could hear a
pin drop.� Then both Michael and Suguru
burst into fits of laughter.

Kei and Kai exchanged knowing looks.

Shuichi lifted his head, stunned and hurt that the
others once again did not believe him.�
�What?� It's true!� I am going to have a baby!�

Hiro sat on his stool.�
His face was carefully schooled.�
He remembered back when he visited Shuichi in the hospital and that look
of longing and loss he had seen on both Shuichi and Eiri's faces when they saw
his son.� Then there was all that blood
he saw on Shuichi's pants six months back.�
To this day, nobody had explained where all that blood had come
from.� After the doctor told them
Shuichi's prognosis, he had forgotten all about it.

�Shu, tell me,� Hiro said to his friend over the
laughter.� �When you and Rinjin fell
through the railing at his apartment��

�Yeah, what about it?�

�I noticed your pants covered in blood.�

A sad expression crossed Shuichi's face as he
remembered all the things he had lost that day.�
Most he had eventually recovered, but one thing he never would.

�What was that from?� Hiro asked as silence filtered
through the studio.

Shuichi said nothing.�
Tears stun his eyes.

�The fall caused you to have a miscarriage, didn't
it?�

�What?� Suguru exclaimed.

Michael laughed.�
�Yeah, right!� A miscarriage!�

The young manager shook his head.� �Hiro that's absolutely ridicul-�

�Yes,� Shuichi admitted softly, nodding, �it did.�

Michael's laughter choked to a halt.

�Now, Shindou-san-�

�I was two months pregnant when Yasashii kidnapped
me,� Shuichi said sadly.

�That's what prompted you to quit the band,� Hiro
assumed.

Shuichi nodded.�
�I was already thinking about it before I found out I was pregnant, but
once I found out I was, I realized that I couldn't put it off any longer.� I could work myself into an early grave and I
wouldn't care, but I could no longer afford to be selfish, not even for the
sake of the band.�� He dropped his head
and sighed, staring at his fingers as they laced and unlaced in his lap.

�That's also why you don't want me to smoke.�

Shuichi nodded.

Suguru still was not convinced.� �This's a bunch of bullshit!� he
exploded.� �Shuichi is a guy!� Guys do not have babies!� They make babies!�

�Uh, well, that's not really true,� Kai spoke up
weakly.

�Yeah,� Kei agreed, exchanging a glance with his
brother.

All eyes fell to the Shiro twins.

�What're you talking about,� Suguru snapped.� �Of course it's true!�

�They've been rumors floating around the family for
years,� Kai said.� �But nobody ever talk
about it.�

Kei nodded.�
�Every time any of the children or younger members of the family enter
the room, the adults clam up and say nothing more.� When we try to get them to talk about what it
was we heard, they'd get all defensive and tell us to mind our own business.�

�What the hell are you talking about?� Suguru snapped.

Kei and Kai glanced at one another and then looked at
their older cousin.

�There's some sort of genetic�mutation,� Shuichi
offered, for lack of a better term, �that's been passed down in my family for
as far back as anyone can remember.�

�Genetic mutation,� Michael repeated.� He was not sure if he heard the guy right.

Shuichi nodded.

�What do you mean,� Hiro asked, just as confused.

�This�whatever you want to call it�skips a
generation.� Before me, my grandfather
was cursed with it.�

�Okay, but what is this mutation?� And what does it have to do with anything?�

Shuichi had never found it more difficult to continue
with a conversation in his life.� �We're
born �different,� Shuichi explained with a wince.� He did not like how that sounded, but how
else could he explain how he, a guy, was born with the ability to have
children?� He was nothing more than a
freakish mutation, even if it was one he would gladly accept.� �We're�born with the ability to�get
pregnant.�� Shuichi dropped his eyes and
blushed deeply.

Suguru crossed his arms over his chest.� �I still think this is a bunch of bull.�

Shuichi glared angrily at the young synth player.� �You can think whatever the hell you want, Fujisaki,
but it doesn't change the fact that I am pregnant and I am going to have a
baby!�

Hiro lifted his guitar strap over his head and set the
instrument in its stand.� �When did you
find out you were pregnant?� he asked his friend.

Completely forgetting about Suguru and their argument,
Shuichi smiled brightly at his best friend.�
�Last night,� he admitted.�
�Actually, we've been a little suspicious for awhile now, but it was
official yesterday when the doctor called.��
He bounced on the bench.� �We have
to go back later today for a follow up.�

�What!� Suguru cried.�
�You're leaving early?�

Shuichi turned and glared at the man.� �Yes, I am.�

�How far along are you?� Kai asked.

�Almost three months,� Shuichi said proudly.� Standing up, he held the button down shirt he
had stolen from Eiri's side of the closet tightly against him.� �Eiri said it might be twins, see?� I've already gained like ten pounds.� I can't even fit into my clothes anymore.�

�Twins, huh?��
Hiro walked over to his friend and studied him.� �Ya know, it's true.� You have gained some weight.�� He smiled mischievously at the singer.� �Think Yuki-san can handle three kids?�

�Huh?�
Three?� Wha-Hey!�� Shuichi swatted Hiro.� �Not funny.�

Hiro chuckled.

Michael, Kei and Kai walked over to their friend, all
smiles and hugs, congratulating the singer.

Suguru watched the group from behind his keyboards
with a deep frown on his face.� He did
not believe Shuichi as far as he could throw him, but it was obvious that the
others did.� What was worse, Shuichi
believed it as well.� �Fine,� he said
grumpily.� �Shuichi is going to have a
baby.� Can we get back to work please?� We have a lot to do in a short amount of
time.�

Shuichi threw his friend a beaming smile.� �So, you believe me?�

�No,� Suguru said firmly.

Shuichi opened his mouth to say something, but a hand
on his arm stopped him.� He snapped his
mouth shut and looked questioningly at his friend.

�Fujisaki is right.�
We should get to work.� We have a
lot to do.�

�Well, then!� What're we waiting for?�� Shuichi ran the back of his hand over the
keys, grinning broadly.

---TBC---

Preview: �More
Surprises and More Changes�

A/N:� I�m sorry that Riku is not in this story
more, but he�ll be in the sequel.� Sort
of.� You�ll see what I mean in a few
weeks because this story has only two more chapters left.
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