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Chapter List
- 1-Sorry (Revised&Edited)
- 2-one
- 3-two
- 4-three
- 5-four
- 6-five
- 7-six
- 8-seven
- 9-eight
- 10-nine
- 11-ten
- 12-eleven
- 13-twelve
- 14-thirteen
- 15-fourteen
- 16-fifteen
- 17-epilogue
- 2
- 3
- 4
Sorry

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: AU.�
He ran from Shuichi once.� Will he
take this second chance or let his past keep him from true happiness?� Ryuichi/Shuichi, Shuichi/Eiri

Chapter summary:� While the cat is away, the mice will play.

Warning: AU, Angst, drama, romance, language,
m/m sexual content, Ryuichi/Shuichi, Shuichi/Eiri

Inserts:�
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A/N:�
Thank you to everyone who reviewed!

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Chapter 2

(Six Months
Later - Friday Night � Tokyo,
Japan)

The
apartment was silent and at first appeared empty

By the
front door was a pair of shoes that dwarfed the smaller sneakers next to
them.� Hanging in the closet was a black
leather jacket that, like the shoes, miniaturized the others surrounding
it.� A black helmet sat on the floor next
to the door.�

In the
living room, a smoldering cigarette lay in the ashtray next to several spent
butts.� Two coffee mugs sat on the coffee
table.� One was empty and the other was a
quarter full.�

A newspaper
opened to the entertainment section sat next to the mugs.� There was a quarter page color photo of a man
in a tight, sleeveless stretch black T-shirt tucked into a pair of faded and
torn black jeans cinched low around his waist by a wide black belt with a
silver skull buckle and black heeled boots strutting across a stage with a
microphone gripped in one hand and his body glistening.� His flaming red dyed hair, damp with sweat,
fell into a scrunched up face.� His head
was thrown back in the midst of a song.�
The caption under the picture read, �Shuichi singing with Bad Luck
�Bird� at the San Jose McEnery Convention Center in San Francisco, California
for 2008 Fanime Con�. �The headline above
the picture in bold black font read, �Bad
Luck hits it big in the US�.

A light on
the answering machine behind the sofa blinked �2� in bright, vivid red.

Down the
hall, two hushed voices emanated from the bedroom.

�-round of anime
fests here in the States and Canada
then ending with one in Toronto.� He won't be back until Wednesday at the
earliest.�

�Are you
sure?�

�Yeah.� I talked to him last night.�

There was
the sound of rustling sheets.

�Don't take
this the wrong way, Ryu, but, why didn't you go?� I mean, Nittle Grasper was supposed to go on
this tour, right?�

�We were.�

�So why'd
you pull out?�

Ryuichi
sniffed dramatically.� �Because I was
sick.�

His partner
chuckled deeply.� �Really?�

�Yep.�

There was
more rustling and a cry of ecstasy shattered the silence of the apartment.

�I love
you, Ryuichi-honey.�

Ryuichi
chuckled at the nickname his younger lover had given him.� �I love you, too Tatsuha.�

In the
living room, a portrait hanging in a black frame on the wall above the stereo
system slipped from the nail it was hanging on, dangling precariously for
several long seconds before it came crashing down.� It hit the radio with a muffled �thump�,
teetering off to land on the lip of the table, seesawing back and forth like a
teeter-totter before gravity reached up and snatched it.� The picture landed face up on the floor.� A loud tinkling of glass echoed through the
living room.� A thick crack split the
glass in two, dividing the smiling, happy lovers.

The blinking
red light on the answering machine changed from �2� to �3�.

+---+---+

Pittsburgh, PA

With a
heavy sigh, Shuichi cradled the receiver.�
He bit his lip as he stared at the phone thoughtfully.� He jumped when a hand landed suddenly on his
shoulder.� His hand over his racing
heart, Shuichi glared at his best friend of nearly nineteen years.� �Dammit, Hiro!� Do not do that.� You scared the shit out of me!�

�No
answer?�� Hiro grinned mischievously as
he walked across the room and plopped down into a chair.

Shuichi
studied his best friend.� He has known
Hiroshi Nakano since they were five years old.�
According to Hiro�s mother, one day during winter break while Hiro was
outside playing with his older half-brother, Hiro happened to come upon a
hysterically sobbing Shuichi who had apparently slipped on a patch of ice and
banged himself up good.� They have been
friends ever since.

Shuichi
sighed and racking his fingers through his layered shoulder length flaming red
hair, locked his hands together behind his head.� �No,� he said, �and I called three
times.�� Dropping his hands, he stared at
the guitarist with large pleading eyes.�
�You don't think anything happened to him, do you?�

�Doubt
it.� He is probably just sleeping, or
something.� I mean, Nittle Grasper had to
pull out of doing the convention tour because he was sick.�

�I
know.�� Shuichi rounded the coffee table
and sitting down on the sofa, clasped his hands between his knees.� He hunched over and stared miserably at the
floor, but not seeing its beige carpet.�
�But that's why I'm
worried, ya know?� I mean, because he is sick.�

Hiro
chuckled in amusement at his friend�s growing concern for his husband of almost
two months.� �Don't worry.� Ryuichi is a big boy.� He can look after himself.�

Shuichi
sighed.� �Yeah, but still-!�

�Come on,�
Hiro told his friend still chuckling.� He
stood up.� �Suguru is probably wondering
where we are.�

Suguru
Fujisaki played the keyboard/synthesizer for their band Bad Luck.� The seventeen year old just happened to be
the younger cousin to the president of their record label, though that little
fact had not made it any easier for the band to be signed with one of the
country�s premier record companies.

Instead of
following, Shuichi stared at the suite phone and bit his lip.� There were dozens of reasons why Ryuichi was
not answering the phone.� Like Hiro said,
Ryuichi was sick after all and was most likely sleeping, and could not hear any
of the phones in the condominium from the bedroom.� Shuichi had missed more than one phone call
himself.� They really had to get an
extension in the master suite.� Or maybe,
Shuichi was starting to feel better and had decided to step out to get some
fresh air, or something.

But then
his thoughts turned darker.

Something
could have happened to Ryuichi while he was out.� He could have gotten into an accident.� That would explain why he has not been able
to get hold of Ryuichi for the last hour.�
Just thinking about his lover hurt and lying on the side of the road
bleeding to death froze his blood and stopped his heart cold.

Oh
God!� Ryu!� No!�
Ryuichi could not be hurt.� He
could not!� They have literally been
through hell and back this past year and have finally gotten their relationship
back on track.� Fate could not be that cruel!

Hiro
studied the worried expression on his best friend's face.� �Shu,� he sighed, breaking into his friend�s
tormented thoughts.� �Shuichi,� he said
more forcibly when his friend continued to ignore him.� �Shuichi Shindou!�

Shuichi
turned glassy, panic-stricken eyes towards the sound of his friends voice, but
he could not get the vision on his husband bleeding and broken out of his head.

�If you're
that worried,� Hiro told Shuichi, his voice soft, �why don't you call Mr.
Seguchi and have him check up on Ryuichi?� he suggested.

Call?� Yes.�
Yes.� That was a good idea.

Hiro sighed
when Shuichi remained sitting on the couch, his panic-stricken eyes glued to
the hotel phone.� He walked across the
room to get Shuichi�s cellphone.� He
speed dialed their boss's number and handed the ringing phone to his
partner.� �Here.� When you find out you're worrying over
nothing,� he told the smaller man as he walked across the room towards the
door, �and that once again you are letting your over active imagination run
away with you, you can find me downstairs getting breakfast with the others.�

Shuichi
nodded, not hearing a word his friend said.�
He chewed his lower lip, waiting to be patched through to Mr. Seguchi.

Tohma Seguchi, a member of Nittle
Grasper, the band Shuichi�s husband was part of, and Suguru�s cousin, took over
Entertainment Records, Inc, Japan
several years ago.� The record label,
which was started in the mid sixties, underwent several upheavals in the year
before Tohma bought the company.� The
founder, president and CEO was arrested for fraud, embezzlement and tax
evasion.� He was fired and the company
restructured itself, but it was no good.�
In a matter of weeks, the record company had gone belly up and filed for
bankruptcy.� Most of its artists left for
greener pastures, but since the keyboardist for Nittle Grasper took over, the
record label has since gone on to be one of the most sought after record
companies in the world.

Hiro opened
the door of Shuichi�s suite and peered over his shoulder at his friend who had
a troubled expression on his face as he paced the room and pleaded with their
boss to go over to the apartment and check up on his husband.� He did not envy his friend in the least.

He sighed
and stepped out into the hall, shutting the door behind him

+---+---+

Tokyo, Japan

Tohma
pulled into the parking lot of one of the city�s most expensive and luxurious
high-rise condominium complexes and parked in an area shadowed by the numerous branches
hanging low over the stonewall separating the condominium from its neighbor.

Turning off
the ignition, he pocketed his cellphone and car keys.

Unlocking
his car door, he swung the door open; being careful not to hit the car parked
next to his, and stepped out in the cool evening air.� Shutting the door behind him, he turned and
stopped dead.�

His eyes
froze on the couple standing just inside the front door of the condominium
lobby.� Stupefied, Tohma could do nothing
more than watch as his best friend stood in a passionate lip lock with a man
who did not have layered, shoulder length bright red hair or those astonishing
turquoise eyes, a man a good half a foot taller, a man definitely not Shuichi Shindou.

He was so
astonished�shocked�dismayed- he was not sure how he felt right now.� His mind was such a jumbled mess by the scene
he was witnessing that he failed to notice a black compact car parked across
the street from the condominium.� Nor did
he hear the insistent clicking coming from the bushes not too far from where he
stood, stunned into disbelief and silence.

What was
going on?

As the two
men parted, Tohma�s eyes went wide.�
�Tatsuha,� he whispered in disbelief.�
No, it could not be.� This guy
just looked like his brother-in-law.� His
mind must have just naturally made that leap.�
There was no way Tatsuha would become involved with a married man.� He had been raised better than that,
especially given his family history.

At sixteen,
Tatsuha Uesugi was the second son and third child born to the parents of
Tohma�s wife Mika.� He worked part time
at a grocery store as a cashier after school and also happened to be a major
player according to Mika.� Tatsuha had
more partners, both male and female, than there were stars visible in the
nighttime sky.

The �other
man�, Tohma still refused to believe it was Tatsuha, kissed Ryuichi chastely on
the lips one last time before striding across the parking lot and hopping on
the back of a sleek black motorcycle.� He
slipped on a black helmet, righted the cycle and toed up the kickstand.� He pulled out a key from the pocket of his
leather jacket, placed it in the ignition and turned it.� Like most vehicles nowadays, the headlight automatically
flared to life despite the bright, gorgeous spring morning.� A second later, a loud rumble roared through
the parking lot.

�Love you,
Tatsuha!�

Tohma
snapped his head around, staring at his old friend in shock, before he was able
to school his expression.� He felt
suddenly lightheaded and was on the verge of becoming nauseous.� He had not wanted to believe it.� What was Tatsuha doing?� It was not as if he was not aware that the
man he had been kissing just a little too eagerly just moments ago was supposed
to be currently in a serious relationship with someone.� All he had to do was turn on the television
or pick up a magazine.

More
importantly, what did Ryuichi think he was doing?� Did he not realize that this was exactly what
caused him to lose Shuichi once before?�
Was this why he wanted to pull out of the convention tour?�

Tohma
watched as his brother-in-law blew Ryuichi a kiss before pulling out of the
parking lot.� Still smiling, Tatsuha
turned and walked back into the lobby, disappearing quickly from Tohma's sight.� Tohma clenched his hands into fists.� Anger as he never felt before surged through
him.� He was not sure who he was angrier
with, Ryuichi, Tatsuha, Shuichi �or himself.

What was he
supposed to tell Shuichi?

+---+---+

There was a
long, heavy sigh over the line.� �I knew
it.�

Tohma
blinked in astonishment, tearing his eyes away from the high-rise
condominium.� �What?� Knew it?�
What are you saying?� Don't tell
me you knew Eiri Uesugi!�

�No, I
didn't know,� snapped Eiri angrily.� He
settled back in his desk chair and took a long drag from his cigarette.� He blew out a long, thin stream of grey
smoke.� �I knew my idiot brother was
seeing someone but I wasn't sure who it was he was seeing.�� He reached out for the ashtray and dragged it
across the desk.� Tapping off the ashes
threatening to fall onto his new pair of pants, Eiri sat back in his chair,
hearing the leather squeak as he moved.�
�He's always had this thing for Sakuma but I never expected�� He sighed heavily.

He had
always known that his brother was an idiotic moron, but he never would have
guessed Tatsuha to be this reckless, or stupid.

And
Sakuma!� He had a good thing going with
Shuichi.� There were people who would
give anything to be in Ryuichi
Sakuma�s shoes.� Not only was he
considered practically a god by his fans, but also he was a talented actor and
songwriter, had an incredible voice, was one of the country�s most
beautiful� and wealthiest men and not to
mention, he was dating an equally, if not more, talented man.� Shuichi�s band Bad Luck may be new to the
scene, but he had a growing fan base that worshipped and loved him.� He had the body of a god and the voice of an
angel.� How could Sakuma even think of
looking elsewhere?

Something
about this scenario seemed familiar somehow and that was when he
remembered.� Awhile back, Eiri remembered
reading something in the tabloids about Shuichi catching his boyfriend cheating
on him.� Instead of dumping him, the guy
decided to give him a second chance.� No,
Eiri took it back.� Tatsuha and Ryuichi
were not the morons here.� That honor
fell to one Shuichi Shindou.� What was he
thinking?� Or not thinking as the case
may be.� Why was he even with that moron
who was obviously suffering from Alzheimer�s?�
If he were with him-

�What was
that, Eiri?� Tohma asked, snapping Eiri out of his thoughts.

Damn, Eiri
thought.� His face grew warm.� He must have said that aloud.� �Nothing,� Eiri grumbled.� �Look, what're you telling me this for,
anyway?� This has nothing to do with
me.� I want nothing to do with that
bizarre love triangle.�

Tohma smiled
knowingly.� �Come now Eiri.� You know that's not true,� he teased.

There was
silence.

�You know
as well as I do that you've had a thing for Shuichi for quite some time now,�
Tohma prodded.

Eiri said nothing
as the events of one year ago flashed through his mind.

Several
months ago, his brother-in-law had attempted to drag him to one of Nittle
Grasper�s concerts.� Eiri, of course, had
refused, more out of principal than anything else.� He would much rather curl up with a good book
than go deaf at a concert where thousands of screaming, horny teenage girls
would be congregating, but as soon as Eiri heard that Bad Luck was to be the
opening act, his eyes lit up and he had accepted his brother-in-law�s invitation,
almost a little too eagerly.� From the
moment Eiri laid eyes on the lithe lead singer for the first time in months,
even Tohma could tell that Eiri- who was known to be cold, heartless and stoic-
was hooked.� Though, of course, Eiri
denied it every chance he got.

�You're
delusional,� Eiri stated coldly as he crushed his cigarette out in the ashtray.

What he
never bothered to mention to Tohma, or anyone else for that matter, was that he
had been infatuated with Shuichi long before the concert and that if Eiri had
not run away with his tail tucked between his legs one year ago next week, it
might even be him right now with the little diva on his arm all over the
tabloids and not that moron Ryuichi Sakuma.�
He would never forgive himself for blowing that one chance he had with
Shuichi.

�Am I?�
Tohma asked sweetly, sitting back in his plush, leather seat.� He heard his brother-in-law grumble angrily
under his breath.� His smile grew.

�Why the
hell would I have �a thing' for some pint sized pipsqueak who couldn't find his way out of a paper bag?� Okay, grant you, he is cute and has one of the most amazing voices I've ever heard,
but his lyrics suck and just watching him makes me tir-�� Too late, he realized he said something he
should not have.� He cursed as he heard
Tohma's snicker.

�Eiri-�

A sudden
chime swept through the apartment, causing Eiri�s heart to leap out of his
chest and into his mouth.� Cursing his
own jumpiness, he tried to calm his racing heart and standing up, pushed away
from his desk.� �Look, I gotta go.�� Without waiting for a reply, Eiri snapped his
phone shut.� He had never before been so
glad to hear the doorbell.

Tohma
sputtered.� Sighing heavily, he snapped
his phone shut and placed it in the cup holder between the seats.� Settling back, he stared out through the
windshield at the apartment complex, unsure what to do.

+---+---+

Eiri walked
through his apartment to the front door.�
With a hand on the doorknob, he looked through the peephole and
sighed.� He would probably regret this,
but he slid the chain back and turned the lock.�
The tumblers fell with loud thuds.� He swung the door open.� �What're you doing here, Tatsuha?� Eiri
demanded of his younger brother.

Eiri stepped
inside, fingering his hair with his free hand while the other one held his
motorcycle helmet.� �Aw, come on, bro.�
Can't I just come over to say �hi' once in a while?�

Eiri
slammed the door behind him.� He smirked
when he saw Tatsuha jump.� He was not in
the mood to deal with his brother right now.�
�You never stop by just to say �hi'.�

Tatsuha
chuckled nervously as he stood in the doorway between the front hall and the
living room.

Pushing
passed his brother Eiri strode into the living room.� Flopping onto the couch, he reached for his
cigarettes but realized that he left them in his office.� If he was going to deal with Tatsuha's shit,
then he certainly needed his cigarettes, but he did not feel like going to get
them.

Crossing
his legs, he draped an arm across the back of the sofa, rested his other hand
on his knee, and watched his brother who was still standing in the foyer
fiddling with his helmet and shuffling his feet.� He smelled of fear.� Eiri's eye twitched and he felt his anger
flare up as the conversation he had with Tohma moments before replayed in his
head.� �What the hell do you want?� he
barked.

Tatsuha
flinched at his brother's angry tone.� He
glanced briefly at Eiri before dropping his head.� Shuffling around, he spun his helmet in his
hands.� �Uhm�I, uh��

Eiri
growled, tightening his grip on his knee and gritted his teeth.� His fury and resentment bowled him over.� �How could you be so stupid?� What the fuck where you thinking!�� He had the strongest urge to throttle
Tatsuha.

Tatsuha
gasped.� His head flew up.� He stared at his brother with wide shock
filled eyes, dozens of thoughts and emotions raced across his face.� �Eiri�You,
you�How did�?�

�I find
out?� he finished.� �Tohma saw you, you
freaking moron!�

Tatsuha
paled.� �He was�Tohma was��

�There?�� Eiri jumped to his feet and glared furiously
at his brother, his hands fisted at his sides.

�And he
saw�?�

�Apparently,
Shuichi called his husband�� Eiri had the privilege of seeing his little
brother flinch.� ��several times and
because Sakuma is supposed to be sick
and wasn't answering the phone, he called Tohma, his boss and Sakuma�s best friend, and
asked him to go check on him.�

What little
color was left in Tatsuha's face vanished.

�And what
did he see when he got there?� He saw you
and Sakuma in the parking lot making out!�
The whole bloody country probably saw you!�

�Oh, god,�
Tatsuha whispered.� Feeling suddenly ill,
he stumbled into the living room and slumped down onto the sofa.

�How stupid
are you?� Sakuma is a celebrity!� There are photographers and paparazzi
following him night and day!� They stake
out his apartment!� Do you have any idea
what's going to be on the front page of every paper tomorrow morning?�

Tatsuha
slumped forward and buried his face in his hands with a groan.

�Do you
have any idea what the hell you've done?�

Tatsuha
mumbled something into his hands.

Eiri
blinked, stunned at what he thought he heard his brother say.� Then his anger renewed itself.� �What did you just say?� he hissed.� He better have heard him wrong.

Tatsuha
lifted his head.� His eyes were hard and
filled with determination.� �I said, �we
love each other'!�

�You what?�
Eiri growled.

�I love him
and I don't plan on letting him go!�

His anger
and rage blinding him, Eiri swallowed the space that separated Tatsuha and him
and slapped his brother hard across the face.

Tatsuha's
head snapped back with the impact.� He
stared across the room in shock and surprise.�
He touched his cheek and hissed as pain flashed through him.

When Eiri
pulled his hand back, it was red and stung.�
�Do you have any idea what the hell you are doing?� he hissed.� �You're having an affair with a married man!�

Tatsuha
jumped to his feet.� He fisted his hands
and glared at his brother.� �I don't
care!� I love him!� I will do whatever it takes to be with
him!� Besides,� he added, �not like
this's the first time!�� As soon as if
left his mouth, he realized he said too much.

Eiri�s eyes
shot open then hardened as things began to fall into place.� �Get out,� he hissed.� �Get out now before I kill you.� Go!�

One look at
his brother's face and Tatsuha knew it was not an idle threat.

Eiri
watched as his brother scrambled across the room towards the front door like a
serial killer was on his tail.� He
fumbled with the door before finally flinging it open after what seemed like
forever.� The younger Uesugi male rushed
out of the apartment, vanishing from Eiri's view.

Damn
him!� What was his brother thinking?

+---+---+

Tohma was
staring into his computer screen blankly when his cellphone rang.� The familiar tones echoed through the still
office building, startling him back to the present.� Picking it up, he saw a familiar number
displayed.�

�Yes,
Eiri,� he said smoothly.� His eyes
widened as he listened to his brother-in-law.�
Sighing, Tohma leaned back in the chair and rubbed his aching eyes.� �Thank you, Eiri�No, I haven't.� Truthfully, I have no idea what to tell
him�� He sighed again. � �Yes, but would you believe me if I told you I
saw your partner with someone else?� Let
alone it being the same person he was caught with before...You may be right,
but there might not have been any pap-��
Again, Tohma sighed.� He was so
tired.� �I'll have a talk with Ryu
first.� Maybe I can persuade him to tell
Shuichi him�And if I can't, well, Ryuichi is my best friend and I support him,
no matter what he does, but this time�Yes, Eiri.� I will.��
A huge grin chased away the shadows from Tohma's face.� ��And tell me, Eiri, why're you so worried
about Mr. Shindou all of a sudden?�
Eiri?� Eiri.�� He pulled his phone from his ear and stared
at it.� His brother-in-law had once again
hung up on him.� Chuckling, Tohma snapped
his phone shut.�

Feeling as
if he stuck between a rock and a hard place, Tohma pushed away from his desk
and walked to the window that overlooked the hustle and bustle of the city.

+---+---+

Ryuichi
bent down and picked up the photo.� The
glass was shattered.� Carefully, he
removed the shards and placed them in the garbage can.� Then made his way to the couch.� Sitting on the edge of the sofa, he stared at
the picture of him and Shuichi.

In the
photo, he had an arm draped familiarly around Shuichi�s shoulders and instead
of looking into the camera, he was watching the younger man.� His eyes were soft and he had a dreamy
expression on his face.� Shuichi, on the
other hand, was grinning like a madman into the camera.� His eyes sparkled and his whole face was
glowing.� Shuichi�s head was resting on
Ryuichi�s chest and had his arms around Ryuichi�s waist.

The picture
was taken�

It was
funny, Ryuichi could not remember when the picture was taken, but it had
obviously been �before�.

He traced
the image of his lithe lover.� The boy's
pink dyed newly spiky hair, sparkling lavender eyes and toned dancer's body
blurred behind a veil of tears as his pleas from seven months ago, �Shuichi, I'm so sorry.� I never meant to hurt you, but nothing ever
happened between us.� Nothing!� I swear to God!� Please, give me another chance, please, Shuichi!� Let
me prove to you that I love you, that you can trust me.� Please!�
I need you.� I love you so much!�

Ryuichi�s
throat felt tight and his chest hurt.�
His heart ached.� Tears flowed
freely down his cheeks.� He covered his
eyes and sobbed silently, his shoulders shaking as he cried.� What am I doing, he asked himself.

�I'm so sorry,
Shuichi,� he whispered through his tears.

---TBC---

Preview:�
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