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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
- 3
- 4
- 5
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:� Shuichi throws a tantrum while back in Tokyo Tohma confronts his
old friend.

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

Inserts:�
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A/N:�
Enjoy!

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Chapter
3

(Friday
Night � Tokyo, Japan)

With his
legs folded underneath him, Ryuichi sat back on the couch with his hands
wrapped around a steaming mug of hot cocoa.�
He brought the cup to his face, inhaled the sweet, chocolaty aroma, and
smiled.� He sighed before he took a sip,
feeling the hot liquid trickle down his throat, but it did little to chase away
the coldness that seemed to have taken up permanent residence within his
bones.� As he leaned forward to set the
cup on the coffee table, his eyes caught sight of the photograph of Shuichi and
him that had fallen off the wall earlier and his heart gave a painful lurch.� Tears stun his eyes.� Unable to look at those large, innocent
violet eyes smiling at him with love and complete faith, he grabbed the picture
and flipped it over.� Grabbing a pillow,
he hugged it to his chest.� Burying his
face in the pillow, he sobbed quietly.

+---+---+

(Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

Hugging his
legs to his chest, his heels resting on the edge of the couch, Shuichi leaned
his chin on the pillow he was hugging and stared blankly out the window of his
suite.� He knew he should go downstairs
and join the guys for breakfast, but he was not in the mood for company or food
right now.� The thought of food made him
queasy and the idea of being among people was suffocating.� All he wanted was to be alone for a while.

With much
difficulty, he tore his eyes away from the window and stared at his cellphone
lying dormant on the coffee table.� He
wished it would ring.� He willed it to
ring, but it remained stubbornly silent.�
Shuichi felt his soul cry out as the silence stretched on around
him.� When a picture of Ryuichi flashed
through his head, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.� Despair enveloped and washed over him.� He gasped out a sudden sob as tears stun his
eyes, blurring his vision.� Squeezing his
eyes shut, he tightened his hold on the pillow and scrunched into a tight ball
in the corner of the couch.� Burying his
face in the pillow, he wept silently.

Then as
quickly as they came, the angst-filled tears streaming down his face turned
into bitterness and hatred.� A sudden
surge of anger raged through him.�
Snarling low and dangerously, Shuichi jumped to his feet and whipped the
pillow he had been hugging only moments ago across the room with all the
strength he could muster.� He felt a
thrilling rush of satisfaction as the square throw pillow sailed effortlessly
across the suite and smacked into the coffee maker.� The white plastic machine along with the
red-orange silk covered pillow tumbled to the floor.� Shuichi�s breath came out in huffing pants as
the sound of smashing plastic and shattering glass echoed in the silence of the
room.

+---+---+

(Tokyo,
Japan)

Sniffing,
Ryuichi brushed his fingers across his wet cheeks as he crossed the living room
towards the front door.� Another loud
pounding echoed through the silence of the apartment.� It
was almost eleven o'clock at night, who would be coming to visit him so late at
night?� He was not expecting anyone.� He wondered who it could be.� Was it Tatsuha?� Had he forgotten something?� The thought of the young monk made his heart
beat rapidly and his pulse race.�
Butterflies fluttered nervously in his stomach.� He stopped before the apartment door and
grabbing the hem of his pajama top, dried the last of his tears before sliding
back the security chain and turning the dead bolt.� His hand on the doorknob, he took a deep
breath to calm himself.� As much as he would love it to be Tatsuha, he
doubted it was.� Tatsuha had a wedding
ceremony in Kyoto
to perform in the morning; otherwise, he would have stayed the night.

So, if it
was not his favorite monk, then who could it be?� Shuichi was not due back until next week
sometime.� Besides, he had his own key
and he would have called to tell him that he was back.� Or, the information that Bad Luck was back in
town would have been leaked by someone and it would be all over the news and
the internet. �No, if Shuichi were back
he would know.� He felt a stab of pain in
his chest when he thought of his husband.�
He shook off the feeling that was fast becoming all too familiar.

When he
opened the door, Ryuichi was startled by whom he saw standing on the other
side.� �Tohma!�

�Ryuichi.�� Tohma kept his voice and face carefully blank
as he studied his best friend.� That was
when he noticed Ryuichi�s damp cheeks.

Ryuichi
stepped aside and waved his friend inside.�
�What's up?� he asked, curiously.�
When Tohma stepped inside, Ryuichi shut and locked the door behind
him.� Turning around, he saw his old
friend staring at him with a serious expression on his face.� That look was never a good thing.� �Tohma?�
What's wrong?�

�We need to
talk.�

Ryuichi
gulped.� Why was he suddenly getting an
uneasy feeling?

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Eiri sat
staring at his computer screen blankly.�
His hands lay idle on the keyboard.�
The words on the screen blurred into splotches of color.� He could not remember what it was he just
wrote.� Something about something having
to do with something.� He did know he was
supposed to be working on his doctoral thesis.�
Everything else had disappeared behind a red haired singer with bright
turquoise eyes that seemed nearly white against his dark olive complexion.

Sighing, he
slumped back in the chair and combed his fingers through his hair.� Leaning his head against the back of the
chair, he stared vacantly at the ceiling.

He
wondered, not for the first time, what would have happened had he actually been
there in that closet sized apartment when his angelic god woke up after having
fallen into a deep exhausted sleep after they made love for several long, sweet
hours a year ago.� Would he even now be
with him as Bad Luck toured North America with
several other bands on an anime convention tour?� Would he be the one Shuichi held hands
with?� The one whose arm he clung
to?� The one to hold him, kiss him and
make love to him?� The one the
Madonna-esque god sang to?� The one he
wrote songs about?� The one the paparazzi
caught him with?� Would Eiri wake up each
morning to find his very own angel sleeping peacefully next to him?

Three
months after he fled from the arms of his beloved, he had been invited to a
party welcoming Bad Luck and some other band, which had since fizzled into
nonexistence before they even were after a particularly acrimonious argument
between two of the members, into the NG Productions family.� Tohma and Mika had both tried to get him to
go to the party, saying it would do him some good for they had been
increasingly worried about him.� They
might not have known what had happened, but they had known something had
happened that had sent an already reclusive man even deeper into hiding.� Of course, Eiri told them all to go to Hell
and had sent his brother Tatsuha in his steed instead.

They say
hindsight was twenty-twenty and they would be right.� As Eiri looked back on it now, he realized
that might have been one of the biggest mistakes of his life.� He could not be absolutely certain if that was
when it started, but he now knew that having Tatsuha go to that party instead
of going himself had been the catalyst for this whole messed up affair.

No matter
what the reason may be for his poor lack of judgment, the fact remained that he
had abandoned Shuichi a year ago, which in turn caused Shuichi to turn to
someone else.� So it was partially his
fault that the love of his life became involved with a man who could not tell
the difference between his ass and a hole in the ground, a man who did not realize
he was in Heaven until he was dragged into Hell.� It made his heart hurt to think that he was
the reason Shuichi was hurting.

Growling, he sat up and
shook his head of all thoughts of that lithe, pink haired god.� Why was he so fascinated, so fixated by that
kid anyway?� And why did he care about
his love life?� He had not even talked to
that damn baka in over a year and he was making his life a living hell.

�Damned brat,� he
muttered angrily as his fingers flew over the keyboard.�

+---+---+

�I want you to break it off with him,� Tohma told his vocalist without
any preamble.

Ryuichi froze mid-step.� Fear
flashed across his face before he was able to school
his face.� He swallowed his fright and
forced himself to smile at his old friend.�
He sat down on the opposite L of the couch from his long time
friend.� �'Break it off with' whom?� he
asked innocently. �He looked at a point to the left of Tohma�s face as his pulse started racing and his heart beat faster. �His
palms grew sweaty.

�You know whom, Ryuichi.� �Tohma was in no mood to play games.

Ryuichi�s mouth was suddenly parched.� �I have no idea what you're-�

�Then why can't you look me in the eye?� Tohma snapped.

Ryuichi sighed and hung his head.� He should have known he would not be able to hide anything from his
best friend. ��How long have you known?� he finally asked.

He did not like to admit it but��An hour,� Tohma admitted truthfully.

Ryuichi chuckled.�

To Tohma it sounded a little hysterical.� �I saw you in the lobby downstairs.�

Ryuichi groaned and buried his face in his hands.

Tohma had a brief urge to inform his friend that if he saw him then it was likely that he had not been the only one.� He had been a bit preoccupied being stunned (to say the least) at the time to notice if there had been paparazzi hidden outside the condominium.� Seeing Ryuichi was who he was, it would not surprise him if a
huge photo of the two illicit
lovers were splashed all over the papers and on TV when they woke up in the morning.� But it died a quick death.� It would
serve his friend right if they had been present.� �Why, Ryu?�

Ryuichi shook his head.� He had
been asking himself the same question ever since he allowed the boy to seduce
him at that party just about nine months ago.� �I don't know why.�

�Do you love him?�

Tears stun Ryuichi's eyes.� �Yes,� he whispered,
his voice strained.

Anger flared through the keyboardist. ��And Shuichi?�

Ryuichi shook his head.� �This has nothing to do
with him.�

Tohma narrowed his eye and glared at the singer.� �'Nothing to do with him'?� he echoed.� Had he truly heard him right?� �How the hell can you say that?� It has everything to do with
him!� Shuichi is your husband!� Or
did you forget that you were the one who asked him to marry you two months
ago?� Did you already forget your
commitment ceremony from just last month where you asked me to be your Best
Man?� You�ve been married to Shuichi for a less than two months Ryu and you are
gonna just sit there and tell me that your affair with my brother-in-law has
nothing to do with him?�

Tears flowed freely down Ryuichi's face.� His heart hurt.� His felt nauseous as his emotions
warred with one another.� �Don't Tohma,� he
whispered through his tears.

�Don't what?� Tohma hissed.� He was
usually able to keep his cool no matter what, but for some reason this
time he could not get a handle on his emotions as he listened to Ryuichi spout
his nonsense and it was beyond exasperating.� �Tell
you something you should already know?�
Either you tell him about Tatsuha, or I will,� he threatened.

Ryuichi gasped.� �But,
but-!� I, I can't!� If I tell him�I don't want to hurt him!�

Tohma shook his head as he stood up.�
�You should've thought of that before-�

�Tohma, please!�

�I'm sorry, Ryu.�� He stood
up.� �I consider Mr. Shindou a friend and
I don't want to see him hurt.�� The frame
flipped upside down in the middle of the table did not escape his vision.� �It's either Tatsuha or Shuichi, Ryu. �Either way, you have to tell him.�

+---+---+

The day was
unseasonably cool.� The streets were
strangely deserted.� A chill breeze blew
through the parking lot, blowing a clear plastic wrapper into the street.� Tohma wrapped his black wool coat tighter
around him and huddled within its warmth as he crossed the parking lot towards
his car.�

Pulling out
his keys from his coat pocket, he fumbled among the various keys and tags for
the little black fob and unlocked his car doors.� The chin
echoed loudly in the silence of the parking lot.� He rounded the car to the driver's side as he
searched for his car key.� He paused
besides the car door clutching the key in his hand and reached for the door
handle, but froze.� He stared blankly at
his hand on the door handle.� Tohma
lifted his head to stare at the apartment his two top vocalists shared at the
top of the condominium.� He sighed and
dropped his head.� Ryuichi was his best
friend and he loved the guy, but he was not going to cut him any slack on this.

Tohma
opened the car door.� Lifting his leg
into the cab, he lifted his head to take one last look at the apartment.� He knew Ryuichi was suffering.� He had seen it on his friend�s face, but
Tohma did not feel bad for the guy in the least.� Ryuichi made his bed and now he had to sleep
in it.� He just hoped Ryuichi took his
advice and talked to Shuichi, before Shuichi found out some other way.� He knew from past experience with the couple
that if Shuichi found out about Ryuichi's affair from someone other than
Ryuichi, it would make things much worse.

+---+---+

Sighing heavily, Ryuichi crossed his
arms over his chest and leaning against the sliding glass doors, stared blankly
out over the city.� He could not see Tokyo tower in the distance or the apartment
building right across the street.� He was
oblivious to everything but the ache in his head and the pain in his
heart.� The clouds disbursed in the night
sky, revealing a large full moon.� The
moonlight reflected on Ryuichi's face, glistening off tears that trickled down
his face.

��

---TBC---

Preview:� While Ryuichi�s life is crashing down around
him, Eiri comes to a decision.
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