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Chapter List
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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:� While Shuichi
and Eiri have some fun in bed, the others are growing increasingly irate.

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

Insert:� �Break Through� and �Spicy Marmalade�

A/N:� Thank you to Mrs Hatake Itachi, kessaris,
fahaar, Ice-Midnight, Acherona for their
reviews.� You guys are the best!!

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

(Last Time)

Eiri rubbed
his shoulder.� �You call that a
punch?�� He snorted with a shake of his
head.� �Pathetic!� I've known girls that could hit harder than
you!�

Shuichi
fumed.� Then he got a sly idea.� An evil smile lit his face and his eyes
gleamed in mischievousness.� �Hard, huh?�

With a raised
eyebrow, the romance writer watched in amusement as his small lover crawled
over him, straddling him.� Eiri placed
his hands on Shuichi's narrow hips.� �May
I help you?� he asked with a sniffle.

Shuichi's
smile grew.� He shook his head.� �Nope, but I can help you.�

�Oh?� How?�

�You said you
wanted it�hard, right?�

Eiri drew his
brows down, a mixture of confusion and anticipation battling under his blank
face.� �You think you can give it to me�hard?�� He shook his head.� �I don't know about that.�

Shuichi shook
his head, that evil expression still on his face.� He stood up on his knees and shucked the
blankets to the end of the bed.� Settling
on his hands and knees, he placed his face a hair's breathe away from his
lover's cock.� He glanced through a
shield of bangs that had gotten loose and peered at the older man slyly, a
knowing glint on his face.� �I never said
I would give it to you.� I said I can
help you get it hard.�

Eiri gulped,
already getting hard at the images his little lover was sending into his
head.� �You're going to be late,� he
squeaked.

Shuichi licked
his lover's already hard manhood.� He
chuckled deeply when he heard his sharp indrawn breath.

�You're going
to catch my cold,� Eiri tried again.

Shuichi
nuzzled his lover with his nose.� �What's
your point?� If I get sick, we can spend
all day in bed together.�

Liking the
sound of that, Eiri reached out and yanked the band out of Shuichi's hair,
letting the long locks fall free.� He
liked to feel the man's hair over his naked body.� �Deal,� he said hoarsely.� He grabbed a fistful of his young lover's
hair as Shuichi licked his stiff cock.

Shuichi
leaned back a little and licked his lips.�
He stared into his lover's golden hazel eyes.� God, how he loved this man!

+---+---+

Chapter
5: And on the Seventh Day�

Golden hazel eyes fluttered open.� Yawning, Eiri stretched, working the kinks
out of his body.� Flipping onto his back,
he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and turned towards the still form besides
him.� If anyone called the blond writer
soft, that person would soon find him or herself six feet under, but that was
exactly how Eiri appeared as he gazed at his sleeping boyfriend.

A tender smile on his face, he tucked a stray wisp of
hair off Shuichi's forehead.� Leaning
over, he brushed his lips across his lithe singer's soft lips, still slightly
swollen from their earlier excursion.�
In his sleep, Shuichi groaned and snuggled deeper under the covers,
hugging the pillow tightly.� Eiri snorted
and shook his head.� He caught sight of
the alarm clock on the nightstand over Shuichi's sleeping, nude form.� It shouted in red, angry numbers that he had
indeed made the singer late for work.�
Feeling pleased and ready to tease his lover unmercifully, he opened his
mouth to wake him, but closed his mouth without saying anything, when he saw
how peaceful the man seemed.

When was the last time Shuichi actually had some good,
decent sleep?� Every night he had a
nightmare or a disturbing dream of some sort.�
Then at least two times a week he had a night terror similar to the one
he had last night.� Shuichi woke so
often, screaming like someone was attacking him that his bodyguards did not
bother racing into the apartment with his gun drawn ready to fend off a
psychotic fan or something anymore, which was what the men did the first
several times it happened.� The
neighbors, thinking the same thing, actually called the police the first few
times.� Now it was so commonplace it
became like the boy who cried wolf.

On top of the nightmares, Shuichi has once again been
pushing himself past his own natural limits in order to finish Bad Luck�s
newest CD in time for its ridiculous due date, an album that was far from
done.� The singer was up every day at
dawn, worked non-stop all day long and came home totally exhausted and drained late
in the evening, sometimes not even until late into the night or the very early
hours of the next morning.� He would
stagger into the house, without bothering to take off his shoes, and walk like
the walking dead to the bedroom and drop dead onto the bed.� Then of course, the nightmares would wake him
up, interrupting the sleep he so desperately needed.� The double whammy was starting to catch up
with not only Shuichi, but with Eiri as well.�
He getting sick for the first time in years was proof of that.

Suddenly, Eiri's face scrunched up.� He covered his mouth as a violent sneeze
exploded out of his mouth.� Shuichi
shifted, but soon settled back down, without waking up.� Eiri sniffed and quietly slipped out of bed.� He pulled on a pair of black jogging sweats
he found on the floor and left the bedroom, closing the door silently.

He was going to let Shuichi get as much rest as he
could.� The damned brat needed it.

Crossing the hallway to the bathroom, he searched the
medicine cabinet for some cold medicine.�
Finding some, he swallowed the pills and blew his nose with some toilet
paper.� After washing his hands, he went
into the kitchen, propping the door open behind him and walked straight for the
coffee maker, but another sneeze had him sidelining to the stove.� Grabbing the teakettle, he filled it with
water, set it back on the stove and turned the burner on high.� He would like coffee, but tea was better for
you when you were sick.� He got out a
coffee mug from the cabinet and then searched in another one for the tea
bags.� Finding the squished box behind a
box of sugar, which Shuichi called cereal, he took out the last tea bag and
placed it in the mug, making a mental note to tell Shuichi to buy tea when he
went shopping.� He set the mug on the
counter besides the stove.� Sniffing, he
cleared his throat and walked over to phone.�
He punched in a familiar number, listening to it ring.

�Konnichiwa, NG Productions!� This is Naomi speaking.� How may I help you?� came a loud, cheerful
voice.

Eiri cringed.�
How he despised morning people.�
They should all be rounded up, slaughtered, and put out of his
misery.� How can someone smile so
brightly and be so happy so damned early?�
It was not natural.� �Seguchi,� he
snapped harshly, his answer to her morning bliss.

The girl blinked.�
�Excuse me, Sir?�

�Seguchi Tohma,� Eiri repeated slowly.� �I would like to speak to him.� Tell him it's his brother-in-law,� he
continued in that same slow tone, as if he were talking to a two-year-old.

�Oh!�
Seguchi-sama!� Yes, sir, Yuki-san!�� There was a short pause.� �I, uh, would love to connect you to the
boss, but, uh...Seguchi-san has not arrived yet, Sir.�

Eiri raised an eyebrow in surprise.� Other than Suguru, Tohma was usually one of
the first to arrive in the morning.�
�Oh?�

�Hai!�
You see, there was a terrible accident earlier and traffic's...�� Naomi blinked and stared down at the buzzing
receiver in her hand.� �You're welcome,�
she snorted.� It was apparent the rumors
about the blond romance novelist were true.

Back at the apartment, Eiri dialed another
number.� He could always call the brat's
producer, but he could picture that idiot's reaction all too clearly and that
was something he did not want to deal with at seven-thirty in the morning.� Then there was Shuichi's friend's and fellow
band mates Hiro and Fujisaki, but those two would have similar reactions as
Sakano, maybe not as overly melodramatic but still annoying as all hell this
earlier in the day.� There was that
Japanese-American guy Michael, but Eiri did not have the guy's phone
number.� So instead, he called the brat's
cousins.

The phone was answered after the first ring.� �What?� came a snappish yell over the line.

Eiri blinked.�
In the background, he could hear the angry cacophony of honking
horns.� �What the hell crawled up your
ass and died?�� He assumed the Shiro
twins were stuck in traffic, which Eiri could sympathize with, but he was in no
mood for this shit.

�Eiri,� Kei guessed.�
�What do you want?� he barked.

�Give me the phone,� came another voice.� There was a shuffling and the traffic noise
increased in volume shortly before another male voice came over the line.� It was similar to Kei's voice, but not as
deep.� �Hey, Eiri,� Shiro Kai greeted
over the phone.� �Sorry.� We're stuck in traffic.�

Eiri thought back to what the receptionist was saying
before he hung up.� �The accident?�

Kai rolled his eyes.�
�You have no idea.�� He
sighed.� �So, what's up?�

�The brat's not coming in today.�

�Shuichi?�

�Do you know any other idiots?�� He sniffed.�
Behind him, he heard the teakettle start whistling.� Not wanting to wake up Shuichi, Eiri marched
to the stove and turned off the burner.�
Lifting the kettle, he poured the boiling water into his mug.

�Why?� What's
wrong?�� A surge of panic raced through him.� �Is he sick?�

Eiri shook his head.�
�No, he's not sick.�� He set the
kettle back down on the stove and swirled the tea bag around, watching
hypnotically as the clear water slowly turned a dark brown color.� He held the phone away from him as he sneezed.� �Just exhausted.�� He sniffed again.� Damn cold medicine was not working.� Though he had to admit he felt a hell of a
lot better than he did an hour ago.� He
wondered why.

Kai blinked.�
�You alright?� You sound
terrible.�

�Gee, thanks.��
Eiri took a sip of the hot liquid.

�You have a cold or something?�

The writer shrugged.�
He carried the mug over to the two-seater dining table and sat
down.� �It's Shu,� he confessed.

The bassist blinked in confusion.� �What?�

Eiri sighed.�
�Shu had another nightmare last night,� he confessed.� �He finally fell back to sleep an hour ago
and he looked so peaceful, I hate to wake him.�

�Oh.� Is he
okay?�

�I don't know.�
I really don't know.�

�Eiri...I really think that you should-�

�I know,� Eiri snapped.� He knew exactly what the younger man was
going to say.� Truthfully, he hated the
thought that maybe his sweet, naive Shuichi might be right.� It was plainly obvious that the guy was not
telling him something, something that was feeding these nightmares.� Maybe it was time he talked with Tohma.

+---+---+

The green haired manager, arranger and sometimes
keyboardist for Bad Luck looked up as the door to the recording studio swung
open.� He sighed in disappointment as the
tall co-founder of the band walked in.

Nakano �Hiro� Hiroshi stopped just inside the doorway
and swept his black eyes through the room.�
�Still not here?�

Suguru set his pen down on the table next to the open
file that had the submissions for the cover of Bad Luck's newest album.� Three had some potential.

A fan in Hong Kong
submitted the first one.� It was a black
album cover with silhouettes of the band members faces.� The second was from one of the employees at
NG.� It was a collage of the bands
previous album covers.� A local photographer
sent in the third one.� It was a never
before released photo of the entire band- Shuichi, Hiro, Michael, Kai and Kei
and even Suguru himself- taken not too long ago.� They were all dressed in black suits, but
each was wearing a different color button down shirt.� Shuichi was wearing fuchsia.� Hiro had on blue.� Suguru was wearing yellow.� Kai's shirt was green and Kei�s was
orange.� They looked like a rainbow and
considering who their lead singer was, it was somewhat ironic.� Speaking of which, Shuichi, unlike the
others, was the only one barefoot.� At
the time this was taken, the lithe singer had white hair.

Suguru leaned back on the couch and shook his
head.� �Nope.�

Hiro raked his fingers through his long reddish-brown
hair, sighing.� He glanced quickly at his
watch before lacing his fingers behind his head.

They all agreed to report to NG an hour earlier so
they could go over possible album covers for their next album, Forever Yours,
but here it was eight o-clock and they still had not heard anything from their
lead singer.� Kai, Kei and Michael all
called claiming they were caught in traffic and were not sure when they would
be in.� That was when they heard about
the terrible accident.� When nobody heard
from Shuichi, they feared he was part of that twisted metal mountain, but a
quick call from Tohma had their fears dying.�
If the singer was not part of the accident then he either was stuck in
traffic or had �overslept�.� Everyone's
guess was the latter.� Shuichi being late
was not something new and it was not something they worried over.� Oh, it got them all angry, especially when
they had a scheduled appointment and they were going to be late.� But Shuichi now had a cotillion of muscle
bound baboons that could bench press a bus in their sleep guarding him.� They usually kept the singer on time.� Besides, Shuichi was probably on his way to
the studio right now and just forgot to charge his cell phone, or add more
minutes, which is something he has done in the past.� Hiro could picture his friend walking through
that door any minute now with that stupidly innocent apologetic smile on his
face, bowing like one of those idiotic birds that �sip� water.� He had better be.� Otherwise, he was a dead man.

�He'll be here,� Hiro said more to reassure himself then
anything as he remembered pieces of past conversations with Shuichi.� He, like Eiri, believed that Shuichi was over
reacting when it came to that neighbor dude of his but now that his best friend
was an hour late and had not yet called, he began to wonder...

��

�He better be,� Suguru snapped.� �Our album comes out at the end of the month
and we're not even finished!�

�Settle down, Suguru,� Hiro told the young
manager.� �You know that Shuichi likes to
make a dramatic entrance.� Besides, he
used to be late all the time.� Sometimes
he came in over five hours late without so much as a phone call.� He'll be here.�

Muttering angrily, Suguru stood up.� Hiro thought he caught him saying, �If he's
not here within the hour, I'm personally going to kick his scrawny ass to Timbuktu,� as he marched
to the door.� He flung it open with such
force he nearly ripped it off its hinges.

�Where're you going?�

�I'm going to go see my cousin,� he yelled.� �I have some things I need to discuss with
him.� At least one of us'll get some work
done.�� With that, he left, slamming the
door behind him, which caused Hiro to jump.�
Moments later, the door opened again and in walked Bad Luck's bassist.

�Holy Mary Mother of God,� Michael whistled.� �What the hell's his problem?� He just barreled into me as if I wasn't even
there!� Jeeze, he looked angry enough to
pull the horns off a bull.�

Hiro sighed.�
�What isn't?�

Michael looked at the man with a raised eyebrow.� He slipped out of his lightweight leather
jacket and put it on a hook on the back wall.�
Michael Kagawa-Montgomery was a Japanese-American who had been an
exchange student at Tokyo
University when he joined
Bad Luck.� A year later, he married his
college sweetheart and now the couple had two little girls, ages six and three,
with another one on the way.� The guy had
black eyes and blond hair just a tad darker than Eiri�s that flowed in luscious
waves down his back.� He appeared as
Japanese as the next guy did except for his hair.� It was the only indication that he was not
100 percent Japanese.

One quick look around the studio had him guessing,
�Shu and the guys haven't shown up, huh?�

�Kai and Kei are stuck in traffic and Shu...�

�Ah!�� Michael
nodded.� He glanced at his watch.� �It's only eight.� Why's he so worked up over him being an hour
late?�

Hiro shrugged.�
�I don't know.� Truthfully, I
think something else's on his mind.� He's
been a little distracted ever since I arrived.�

�Why?� Any
idea?�

�None.�

Michael plopped down on the couch besides Hiro.� Lacing his fingers behind his head, he put
his feet up on the coffee table and crossed his ankles.� He stared blankly at the ceiling, deep in
thought.

---

�I can't explain it.�
The guy gives me the creeps.��
Shuichi huddled on the couch with his arms hugging his knees to his
chest.� �It's like that feeling you get
when you're home alone and you can just sense that someone is behind you, ya
know?�� He shivered violently.� �I know you guys probably think I'm crazy for
saying this, but I think he's out to get me.�

---

Michael hoped Shuichi was just going crazy.

+---+--+

The Shiro twins were only ten minutes away from the NG
building, but it might as well have been ten hours for all the good it did
them.

There had been a crash at a major thoroughfare.� One car wanted to turn left and another
wanted to go straight.� Both tried to
make it through the light just as it changed.�
The result was a mountain of metal in the middle of the intersection,
but the fun had not stopped there.�
Because the traffic light changed just as the two brainless idiots
hit.� Cars from the other two directions
slammed into them.� It was a never-ending
chain reaction straight out of Blues Brothers where the cop cars just
kept coming, the pile of cars getting higher and higher.� Now, it looked like a scrap yard had been
airlifted and dropped right in the heart of Tokyo.

�Dammit!�� Kei
slammed a hand against the steering wheel.�
�This is ridiculous!�

Kai rolled his eyes, shaking his head at his
brother.� He turned on the radio,
flipping through the stations so fast Kei was not sure how his brother could
tell if there was anything good on.� A
familiar tune caught his ear.� He turned
up the volume to earsplitting levels.

kimi ni aitai yukitai (I want to
go falling in love with you)

Ikareteru brake wa tomaranai (even a
furious brake won�t stop this)

mou dare ga tometemo (no matter
who tires to stop me now)

jyoushiki no fensu ni buchi ataru tabi
ni tsuyokunaru kara (since it gets stronger every time I hit and am hit
by the borders of common sense)

Kabe o nori koete kasoku suru (I�ll climb
over the wall and speed up)

I CAN'T STOP LOVIN' YOU

As the song faded, the radio station DJ hollered.� �That was Bad Luck with �Break Through� for
Koji and Mayumi stuck in that horrible traffic jam in downtown Tokyo this morning.� Let me tell you this, guys.� If possible, avoid going anywhere near-�

Irritated, Kei flipped the radio off.

�Hey!� I was
listening to that,� Kai cried.

�And I care because...?�

Kai glanced at his twin and turned the radio back
on.� He knew why Kei was so
irritable.� They have spent the past hour
and a half in traffic behind an eighteen-wheeler that was shooting exhaust
fumes into their car.

�...bonus track on this Two for Tuesday.� Here's �Spicy Marmalade'!�

The opening cords of the all too familiar tune filled
the car, followed by their cousin's voice.

Spicy Marmalade

jidai wa marude (it�s as if
the era is)

Urei himeta kao de madowaseru (leading me
astray with a face hiding sorrow)

Nani ni furueteru (what�s
making you tremble)

kairaku shugisha ga warau (laugh the
hedonists)

Sameta reeru no ue (a future
set in place on the cool rails)

kizukazu ni shikumareta mirai (without me
knowing it)

kibatsusa jama suru (the
novelty gets in the way)

jounetsu ga douka shiteru (there�s
something wrong with the passion)

kanari akumu ja nai (isn�t this
pretty nightmarish)

taikutsu ga shoubu shiteru (my boredom
is competing)�

Kai leaned back in the passenger seat and closed his
eyes, letting the song lull him.� He
ignored his brother's grunts, growling and constant muttering and tried to
block out the sound of his fingers drumming on the steering wheel.

Hearing Shuichi's voice hit a
cord in the younger Shiro twin.�
Frowning, Kai opened his eyes and stared blankly out the front
windshield.� He felt as if he were
forgetting something.� There was
something he was supposed to do, but for the life of him, he could not remember
what.� �Hey, Kei,� Kai called slowly.

�What,� his brother snapped.

�Did we remember to lock the door?�

Kei blinked.�
�What?� Of course we did!� What kind of stupid question is that?�

Kai ignored his comments.� �Turn off the stove?�

�Didn't use it.�

�What about-�

�Dammit, Kai!��
Kei slapped the steering wheel.�
�Yes!� Jesus fucking Christ!� Everything's shut, locked and turned
off!� God, what the hell's with the
paranoid act?�

Kai continued to stare out the window.� �I don't know,� he admitted.� �It's just...I feel like we forgot
something.�

Kei rolled his eyes.�
He then fixed them on the unmoving, never-ending line of cars in front
of them.� Tightening his grip on the
steering wheel, he growled.� �This is
fucking ridiculous!�

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a reservoir
in the middle of the desert.� Turning the
wheel, he tore out of line with a squeal and crossed over the centerline,
dodging and weaving around the cars that had somehow managed to make it past
the monolithic accident up ahead and were heading straight towards them.

�What the bloody hell are you doing?� Kai
screamed.� �Kei!�� He had a death grip on the passenger side
door.� His eyes were wide in fright.� His face was white.� �Kei!� He screamed as Kei narrowly missed a
semi.

Horns and squealing breaks accompanied Kei's reckless
NASCAR jaunt across the street.� With a
hard yank on the steering wheel that slammed Kai into the door, and some fancy
footwork on the pedals, the car spun and slid sideways into an empty parking
space along the opposite curb from where they were moments before.

Kei put the car in park and shut off the engine.� �We can walk to NG from here,� he announced
to his brother.

Pocketing the keys, he made sure his baseball cap was
secure on his green apple spiked hair and slipped on his sunglasses.� �C'mon,� he told Kai as he got out of the
car.� He ignored the stares and
whispering of the gathering crowd.� He
was too pleased with himself to care what anybody had to say.

Kai, pale faced, trembled violently.� His hands still had their death grip on the
door handle.� He stared out the front
windshield wide eyed.� He could not
believe what just happened.� His brother
could have killed them!� He really,
seriously could have-

�Kei!� he shouted angrily.� Forgetting his cap and sunglasses, those
things being the farthest things from his mind now, the younger Shiro twin
threw himself out of the car.� His red
and white-blond streaked hair twirled around his face.

Kei gulped when he glanced at his brother.� His smile slipped off his face.� �Ah, shit,� was the only thing he could say.

�You fucking asshole!�
I'm going to kill you!� You coulda
killed us!�

Kei laughed nervously and made a show of checking his
watch-less wrist.� �Hey, ah, look at the
time!� Fujisaki'll have our hides if we
don't hurry.�� He tore off the down the
street, bumping and running into one pedestrian after another.� Angry shouts followed him down the street.

Kai, usually the calm and levelheaded one gave an
angry cry and raced after his brother.�
�Come back here!� You
ingrate!�� As the two boys ran towards
NG, that �something� that had seemed so important just moments before was left
at the curb right along with the car.

---TBC---

Preview: I Want To Spend My Life That Way - Part
1

A/N:�
Woh!� Talk about suicide.� I think Kei�s a little nuts, don�t you?� And isn�t Eiri just the sweetest little
thing?� Though, if you were to say that
in front of him, he would kick your ass from here and back again.� So, what do you think?
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