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- 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
- 4
- 5
- 6
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 Ryuichi�s life is
crashing down around him, Eiri makes a decision.

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

Inserts:�

A/N:�
Thank you to sun�s
and stars, pikeebo, lilgurlanima for their reviews.

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Chapter 4

(Sunday
Morning � Tokyo, Japan)

The horizon was just beginning to
lighten when a truck pulled up in front of the dark supermarket.� The driver cut the engine.� He stepped out onto the sidewalk and walked
around to the back of his truck.�
Lowering the door, he grabbed several bundles of stacked newspapers and
walked up to the store where he stacked them before the door.� He walked back to his truck, shut the back
door and slid back behind the wheel.� He
started the engine and pulled into traffic, vanishing down the street as he
headed towards his next stop.

+---+---+

A man an hour later strolled into the supermarket.� It being only six o�clock, only one register
was open.� There were less than a handful
of workers and even fewer customers, who would only be here at this ungodly
hour to pick up their orders from the bakery.

He glanced briefly at the stack of
newspapers in passing.� The picture on a
particular tabloid caught his attention.�
Working in the entertainment business, he was largely used to these
things and only gave trash like this the time of day because he worked in the
entertainment business.� It was his job
to make sure scandals that involved those within the company were handled
properly.

Curious, he took the top one out of the
stack and glanced over the article.� His
eyes went wide.

�Oh, crap,� he cursed.� Folding the paper under his arm, he grabbed his
cellphone and speed dialed his boss's number with his heart pounding as if
trying to escape the confines of his chest.

+---+---+

Tohma stared at the glowing red numbers
without really taking them in.� Sighing,
he flipped onto his back, draped an arm across his brow and glanced up at the
ceiling.� Dropping his arm, he turned his
head to glance at his sleeping wife.� She
was curled up on her side, her back to him, under mounds of blankets.� Only the top of her head was visible.

Suddenly, the silence of the apartment
was shattered by an unnaturally loud ringing that caused Tohma's heart to leap
out of his chest, though outwardly it appeared not to have had any effect on
him.� The phone rang again.� Not wanting it to wake up his wife, he sat
up, tossed back the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed.� Standing up, he reached for the phone on the
nightstand, cutting it off mid-ring.

�Hello,� he said quietly.

�Mr. Seguchi?� This's Nabeshima, Sir.�

��You do realize what time it is,
Nabeshima.�� Tohma glanced at the alarm
clock.�

�Yes, Sir and I do apologize, but�We
may have a problem, Sir.�

Tohma raised an eyebrow.� �Oh?�
And what problem would we have at six o'clock in the morning?�

�Uhm, well�It has to do with your
brother-in-law, Sir.�

No more needed to be said.� Tohma's face remained impassive.� He knew something like this was going to
happen and just hoped that Ryuichi took his advice.

+---+---+

The
apartment was shrouded in shadow.� The
shades were closed and the curtains drawn over the windows.� The balcony doors were open a crack and a
slight breeze crawled into the apartment, rustling the vertical blinds
musically.

A quiet
hush enveloped the apartment.

Ryuichi
huddled under the heavy layer of blankets, hugging his ratty Kumagoro he
received from his father the day he was brought home from the hospital
thirty-some odd years ago to his chest and blankly stared through tear-blurred
eyes at the vacant spot on the bed next to him.�
A ghostly image of Shuichi materialized before him.� A stray tear rolled down his face as the
mirage turned over and smiled that sweet, contagious grin, his hair sleep tousled
and his face softened with that just awakened expression.

Ryuichi
choked back a sob as tears ran down his face.

He betrayed
Shuichi and lost his trust.� Yet Shuichi
had forgiven him for his indiscretion and given him a chance to prove how sorry
he was for messing up.� Shuichi allowed
Ryuichi the opportunity to try to prove himself and earn back his trust and yet
here he was blowing his second chance.�
He did not deserve Shuichi, his love or his trust.� He was a liar.� He stared into those large, innocent eyes
every single day and lied to the love of his life.� Why?�
Why would he willingly betray Shuichi by making the same mistakes that
nearly cost him everything once before?�
Why?� Why was he so drawn to
Tatsuha Uesugi?� What was it about this
sixteen-year-old playboy?� Why would he
throw away everything he had worked so hard for on one boy?�

Why?

An image of
his forbidden lover flashed through his mind, mingling with that of Shuichi
before shoving the image of his husband out of his mind altogether.

Did he
truly have feelings for Tatsuha?� Or was
he so drawn to him because he was forbidden territory?� Was it the thrill of doing something he knew
he should not be doing?� All the narrow
escapes?� The sneaking around?� He was not sure what hurt more.� Knowing that he was voluntarily betraying
Shuichi and everything they had together or the uncertainty over his true
intentions concerning his relationship with Tatsuha.

Ryuichi
curled into a tight ball as a fresh wave of tears gushed down his cheeks and a
swell of sorrow and guilt rose within him.�
His Mr. Bear was crushed between his chest and legs.

Just last
night, Tatsuha and he had been together right here in this bed, in Shuichi and
his bed.� He felt so dirty and was so
disgusted with himself, but at the same time, he yearned to see his forbidden
lover again.� Why?� Why did he continue doing this?� Nothing made any sense anymore.

When he was
with Tatsuha, he was all Ryuichi could think about, but after Tatsuha left, the
guilt would overwhelm him and he would ask himself what he thought he was
doing.

With a sob,
Ryuichi held Mr. Bear tightly.� The pink
rabbit doll was the only solid thing right now.�
He wept silent, bitter tears as his soul cried out and his heart broke.

He loved
Shuichi and wanted to be with him and yet�

The
curtains fluttered in the breeze that whispered through the open window above
the bed.� A shaft of light shone through
the heavy blackout curtains, illuminating a bold headline on the floor at the
foot of the bed that screamed through the silence and darkness, �Ryuichi
Sakuma Caught with Underaged Lover�.

The sudden
ringing of the phone shattered the silence of the apartment.� The jingle echoed continuously through the
silent, twilight-hidden halls.� It had
only been a matter of time.� Ryuichi
huddled even tighter under the sheets and buried his drenched face in the
little kimono outfit Shuichi�s younger sister, Maiko, made for his Mr.
Bear.� Go away, he thought with a sob as
the phone continued to ring insistently.�
Then a long, drawn out buzz rang through the apartment followed by a
short, sharp rap on the front door.�
Ryuichi squeezed his eyes shut tight and wished he could just
disappear.�

�I'm so
sorry, Shuichi,� he cried silently.

+---+---+

With a
sigh, Tohma pulled the phone from his ear and pressed the talk button, ending
the call mid-ring.� Spinning around, he
set the phone back in its cradle on the small table behind the couch.� Turning back around, he sighed heavily and
dropped his head against the top of the couch.�
He stared blankly at the ceiling, noticing a crack racing across the
ceiling from one end of the room to the other.

�I wonder
how that happened?� he asked himself.

A noise
drew Tohma's attention.� Lifting his
head, he blinked, bringing his mind back into focus and watched as Mika, his
wife, stepped into the living room.� Mika
had brushed her long brown hair and tied it back into a neat ponytail at the
nape of her neck.� Her flawless face was
made up and looked perfect even though it was only a little past seven in the
morning.� Her deep red silk nightgown was
hidden underneath a black floor length silk robe tied securely around her
waist.

She caught
sight of her husband on the couch and frowned deeply as she took in his pale
complexion and the dark circles under his eyes.�
She crossed her arms over her chest and scowled at him.� �You never came to bed last night,� she
accused.

Tohma
smirked apologetically.� �Actually, I
did, but I couldn't sleep,� he confessed.�
He had been up all night thinking about Ryuichi, Shuichi and Tatsuha.

Mika sighed
and dropped her arms.� Rounding the
coffee table, she sat down on the edge of the sofa, folded her legs besides
her, and clasped her hands in her lap.�
Her face was lined with worry and her voice was laced with concern as
she said, �You can't keep doing this, Tohma.�
You'll only make yourself sick.�

With a
smile at his wife's concern, Tohma shook his head and reached over to pat her
hand.� �There's no need to worry,
Mika.� I'll be fine.�

Mika was
not convinced.� Not only was he the
keyboardist for one of Japan�s
hottest rock bands, but he was also one of the most sort after producers and
not to mention that had a company to run.�
He just could not afford to worry about that sordid love triangle.� She, on the other hand, was furious with her
brother and Ryuichi.� What were those two
thinking?� The next time she saw her
brother, she was going to make sure she told him a thing or three.� �Toh-�

Tohma
leaned over and grabbed a magazine off the coffee table.

�What's
that?�

In answer,
Tohma tossed the magazine to her.

Mika caught
it in midair and glanced at her husband in confusion.� He only stared blankly back at her.� Sighing, she flipped the magazine over and
around and realized it was a tabloid magazine.�
She sighed in disgust.� �Get the
shit out of here,� she demanded angrily, holding it away from her.

Tohma
pushed the magazine back in her hands.�
�Read it.�� His tone left no room
for argument.

Resigning
herself, Mika glanced over the cover.�
There was something about some actress being secretly engaged to her
boyfriend.� A blown up section of the
photograph showed the supposed diamond engagement ring that was bigger than her
massive breasts.� Then there was a
headshot of a well-known anchorman who had recently undergone gastric bypass surgery
and lost over one hundred pounds, but according to the tabloid, the reporter
lost that weight in another manner, something about �the Devil�.� What was it with this stuff?� Tabloids should be against the law.

�Tohma-!�

Tohma
reached over and pointed to another photograph on the cover with a manicured
nail.

Mika
followed his finger and blinked.� At
first, she did not understand what it was she was looking at.� She then realized it was a grainy photograph
of two men kissing passionately in the well-lit lobby of a building that looked
oddly familiar.� The third pass over the
picture, she recognized the smaller man with the shoulder length green dyed
hair facing the camera.� It was Ryuichi.� Next, she realized that the taller man who
had his tongue down Ryuichi's throat was not Shuichi Shindou, but was none
other than Tatsuha Uesugi, her baby brother.�
She knew that wax teased mop of jet-black hair and leather jacket
anywhere.

Sighing in
revulsion, Mika tossed the tabloid magazine on the table carelessly and watched
it slide across the slick surface to hang precariously on the lip of the
table.� She had been hoping Tohma had
been mistaken about what he saw yesterday when he went over to check on Ryuichi
for Shuichi, but the photograph was irrefutable proof that he had not
been.� �Dammit!� What in the world are those two thinking!�

Tohma
wished he had an answer to that question himself.

Mika
sighed.� �Now what?�

�Now?�

She nodded.

�Now,
nothing.�

Mika's eyes
widened in shock and surprise.�
�Nothing?� Tohma, is that-?�

Tohma shook
his head.� �I did what I could.� The rest is up to him.�

Mika nodded
sadly.� It was for the best, but she
could not help but feel sorry for Shuichi.

�I really
hope Ryuichi took my advice.�� Other wise
things are going to get a little messy.

�Do you think
he did?�

Tohma
shrugged.� �I'm not sure, but knowing
Ryu, I doubt it.�

She hated
to say this, but�

�He gets
what he deserves then.�

Tohma could
not help but agree.� He loved his friend,
but there came a point when he had to step back and let things be, as much as
it pained him to do so.

+---+---+

Irate, Eiri
chucked the offending piece of filth across the room.� The magazine jetted over the desk and hit the
opposite wall with a solid thunk
before falling to the floor with a muffled slap.� He gritted
his teeth and fisted his hands.

Damn Sakuma
and his brother to hell!� Shuichi was the
best thing that ever happened to him and that brainless idiot had to throw it
all away for some sixteen-year-old pervert who Eiri had the disgust of
admitting was his brother!� And
Tatsuha!� His idiotic brother did not
care that he was having an affair with a married man.� Ryuichi and Tatsuha better hope and pray he
does not see them anytime in the near future because Eiri vowed to rip their
heads and balls off and shove them up their asses the next time he saw them!

Turning
towards his desk, Eiri reached across the desktop for his laptop and pulled it
towards him.� Spinning it around, he
lifted the screen with so much force; he nearly tore it off and booted the system.� Gritting his teeth, Eiri waited impatiently,
his anger raging within him.� Gripping
the edge of the desk, he stared at the computer screen, quietly seething.

Enough was
enough.� This ended now!

He was met
with large, smiling eyes and a wide toothy grin once his desktop screen popped
up.� Suddenly his anger evaporated.� His face softening instantly, he reached out
and traced his secret red haired love's lush lips.

With a
sudden look of determination, Eiri hardened his expression and logged into the internet.� This was something he should have done a long
time ago.

+---+---+

(Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

The
auditorium was vibrating with the loud cheers and excitement of the tens of
thousands of fans packed into the arena to hear the bands scheduled to play at
this the conclusion to the anime convention.�
The heavy thrumming beat from ASK, the current band on stage, shook the
building despite the thick walls muffling the sound.

ASK had
only had one hit off their debut album, which had been featured in some movie
about dueling cheerleading squads, or something.� They had some songs featured in a new racing
game that was set for release this Christmas.�
It was receiving a lot of hype.�
There was also some talk about them lending a couple songs for an anime
that was in development in Japan
based on the game, which had already been released there to rave reviews.� After the convention tour ended, they planned
on heading back into the studio to start work on their follow up album.� ASK had the talent and the potential to be
big, but Taki, the lead singer, was not the easiest person to get along
with.� In fact, he tended to get under
just about everyone's skin and tended to hinder the band's �creative juices�.

While it
was chaos in the arena, backstage was a madhouse.� The members of the various bands and their
managers, producers, technical crew and various other entourage members crowded
the backstage area.� Everybody seemed to
be heading in all directions at once and trying to do a million things at once.

But Shuichi
was not part of that catastrophe.� Bad
Luck was going on next and he was in the band�s dressing room getting
ready.� Or was supposed to be.� Now, all he was doing was staring at his
reflection in the mirror.

His hair,
now a dark burgundy, was slicked back into a tight ponytail at the nape of his
neck.� Under a tan trench coat, wardrobe
had dressed him in a white button down dress shirt with a wide, black tie.� He was wearing black dress slacks and was
going bare foot for today's performance. �The other night he had worn heeled boots and
they had given him blisters.� Wardrobe
had also produced elbow length fingerless leather gloves with straps along
their entire length for him to wear.� On
top of his head, held securely by bobby pins was a black fedora.� There had been a feather in it, but Suguru
had not liked it so it had been taken out.

The makeup
artist had done a magnificent job with his makeup as usual.� His usually olive complexion had been bronzed
to sun kissed perfection without the harmful side effects.� The eye makeup made his now red-hazel eyes
pop and gave him a mysterious, exotic ambience.�
The lip-gloss and liner made his lips appear fuller and lusher than they
already were without it going too overboard.�
Even the blusher gave him the appearance of high model cheekbones.� Overall, he looked nothing like the
nineteen-year-old who had arrived here at the break of dawn this morning.

When a hand
clamped down on his shoulder unexpectedly, Shuichi stifled a yelp and nearly
jumped out of his chair.� His heart
racing, he lifted his head and met a smirking Hiro.� �Jeeze, Hiro,� he breathed.� �Don't do that!�

�Sorry,�
Hiro chuckled.

Shuichi
took in his appearance.�

Hiro was
decked out in black leather pants, a sleeveless black zip-up tank lying open
over a white stretch Tee.� Several rows
of black beads encircled his neck and hung loosely down his chest.� His long reddish brown blond hair had been
swept to the side and hair sprayed in place.�
Only enough makeup to make him not appear deathly under the lights had
been applied.

�You look
good, Hiro.�

Hiro
bowed.� �Thank you.� You, on the other hand, look amazing!�

Shuichi
grinned widely at the compliment, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

Hiro
crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the makeup counter that
looked like the makeup aisle at the drugstore had exploded.� �Okay, what's wrong?�

�Huh?�

�Don't give
me that,� Hiro scolded.� �I've known you
your entire life and I can tell when something's bothering you.�� He paused, waiting.� �So?�
What is it?�

Shuichi
sighed heavily and tore his gaze away from his best friend�s penetrating
stare.� He looked into the mirror at a
reflection he could not recognize and felt nothing.� He felt empty inside.

Yesterday,
after having received no word from either Ryuichi or Tohma, his worry turned
into blind fury and in his rant, he had destroyed his hotel suite.� He was glad that Claude �K� Winchester, their
other manager, was not on tour with them.�
He would have had his head!�
Daisuke, on the other hand had taken it all in stride and handled the
situation calmly and smoothly.� As
Daisuke was speaking with the hotel manager and trying to straighten things out
with him, Shuichi's anger had melted and vanished until he felt nothing at
all.� And now, he just did not care
either way anymore.

Shuichi
glanced down at the bulge under his glove where his ring was and felt a pain of
guilt that he did not feel anything.� It
was killing him to realize that he could care less if Ryuichi was alive or
dead.� It did not matter if his husband
was as sick as a dog or lying dead or broken in a gutter somewhere.� It just did not matter.� Was that bad?

�Shu?�

Shuichi's
heart leapt out of his chest at his friend's sudden voice. �He blinked in confusion as he tried to
remember what it was that Hiro asked him.�
Before he could even think of a reply, the dressing room door opened and
Daisuke walked in with Suguru, Ethan and Kevin behind him.� Thunderous applause and loud, deafening cheers
could be heard clearly.

�ASK just
finished their set,� Daisuke informed them unnecessarily.� �You�re on.�

�Thanks,�
Hiro said.

Shuichi
checked out his keyboardist.�

Suguru was
dressed similar to Hiro.� Only his
sleeveless over-shirt was white and his tank top was black.� Unlike Hiro, Suguru's shirt was zipped up and
instead of leather pants, the Tohma Seguchi prot�g� had on a pair of dark blue
jeans.� This was the first time anyone
had seen him in jeans and everyone admitted he looked good in them.� They made him look like the teenager he was
and not the old fart he pretended to be.�
Like Hiro, Suguru had on a necklace, but instead of beads, the keyboardist
was wearing a large black onyx teardrop that hung down his chest to his
belly.� His electric blue dyed hair had
been gelled into spikes and like Hiro; he had on just enough makeup to appear
lively under the stages lights.

�Looking good, Fujisaki.�

�Told you,� Ethan shoved his friend playfully.

Ethan, the
twenty-one year old drummer for Bad Luck, had had his dark brown, nearly black
hair trimmed and layered so that it tickled the collar of his silver studded
white jacket that hung down around his hips where a silver studded white belt
hung loosely around white jeans.� A diamond
stud sparkled in his left ear.� A silver
medallion the size of a silver dollar glistened in the light on his white
button down shirt.� The black eyeliner
made his dark yellow-green eyes pop.

The keyboardist pouted dramatically to cover the fact that he was
blushing.� �Well, I hate it.�

�Oh, come
one, Sug.� You look great!� What's not to like about it?� Hiro asked the
uptight keyboardist.

�Everything!� For one I look like, like-!�

�A rock
star?� Kevin supplied.

Kevin, the
twenty-one year old bassist for the band, like his cousin, had been hired after
applying to a help wanted ad in the newspaper several years ago.� His outfit was similar to Ethan�s except his
was black.� His reddish-blond hair had a
shaggy appearance to it.� His dark blue
eyes seemed almost black.

Suguru�s
blush deepened.

The others
laughed.

Daisuke
clapped his hands, gaining everyone's attention.� �Alright guys!� Whether you like your outfits or not, you
guys get out there and show these people how it�s done!�

Bad Luck
cheered loudly.

Grinning like
a mad man, Shuichi felt a twiddle of butterflies in his stomach as he always
did before a performance, but over that was a surge of energy and
excitement.� He forgot about Ryuichi and
his concern over his lack of concern for the man.� He forgot everything but what an awesome show
he was about to put on.

---TBC---

Preview:�
After the concert, Shuichi goes missing.�
When Daisuke finally tracks down the singer, he is in for a surprise.
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