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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:� Shuichi awakes
to find a surprise awaiting him.

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

Insert:� �Toki wo Koetai�, an original poem by me,
flashback to �My Heart Beats Like A Drum�

A/N: Translated,
�toki wo Koetai� means �I want to
spend my life that way� or �I want to transcend time�.� I have seen it both ways.� Thank you to Acherona, singinshowtunes, for your review.

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

(Last Time)

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 electric blue 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.

+---+---+

Chapter
6: Toki wo Koetai- Part 1

Uesugi-Shindou
Residence

The leather chair squeaked as Eiri sat back.� Taking off his glasses, he pinched the bridge
of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut.�
He sighed heavily.� Slipping his
glasses back on, he stared at the computer screen.� Rereading what he wrote, he cringed.� Definitely too much cheese.� People would start thinking he was a soft
hearted, emotional fool.� They already
believed he was one of the most romantic men because of his books.� If he left what he just wrote in, his
reputation would only get worse.� The
fact that what everybody said about him was true was beside the point.

Highlighting the text, he was about to hit �delete�
when a buzzing sound gave him pause.� He
blinked and glanced at his phone.� The
small cellphone danced across the desktop.�
The blinking green light illuminated the side of his laptop.� He had turned off the ringers to all the
phones in the apartment, including their cellphones because Shuichi needed as
much sleep as he could get.� There was no
way in hell he was going to let anything wake Shuichi up.� Eiri blinked at that thought.� �Wow, over-protective much,� he muttered to
himself.� Grabbing his phone before it
vibrated right off the desk; he glanced at the familiar number on the caller
ID.� �About time,� he grumbled.� Flipping the phone open, he snapped, �Where
the hell've you been?�

�Good morning to you, too, Eiri,� came the soft voice
over the line.

��

�I've been trying to reach you all goddamned morning!�

�So, I've heard.��
Tohma sighed.� �Eiri, you really
have to learn to-�

�Save it, Tohma!�
I'm not in the mood!�� Sniffing,
the writer cleared his throat sharply.�
He reached for his cup and drained the rest of the sweet liquid.

Seguchi Tohma raised an eyebrow as he listened to his
brother-in-law.� �Eiri?� Are you alright?� he asked the novelist in
concern.

Setting his empty cup on the desk, Eiri said,
�Fine.�� He cleared his throat and then
coughed into the crook of his arm.� He
asked his sister's husband where he has been all morning.

�Well, I didn't get into the office until eight-thirty
because of the accident-�

Eiri snorted.�
Wow!� A whole half hour before
anyone else, well, except for Fujisaki but that did not count.

Tohma smirked.� �Then
Ryuichi, Noriko and I had a photo shoot and an interview for a music
magazine.� When I finally came into the
office, I had a short meeting with Suguru.�
Apparently, Shindou's paranoia is contagious.�

�I could have told you that,� Eiri snorted.

Tohma smirked.�
�In ten minutes, I have one of several meetings that'll take up the rest
of the day.�

�You're a busy guy, Tohma.�

The man chuckled.�
�Not only do I run NG, I'm also one of the top producers-�

The writer snorted again.� �If you do say so yourself,� he muttered.

�-and Nittle Grasper is still one of the top bands in Japan,�
he continued as if Eiri had not spoken.

�Ya know, it'd be very helpful if one of Japan's top
keyboardists had a cellphone,� Eiri suggested sarcastically.

Actually, the man did have a cellphone.� Or more appropriately, he used to have
one up until yesterday that is when it mysteriously vanished.� When Eiri learned the usually clam, cool,
collected and in control man misplaced a cellphone, he actually burst out
laughing.� Anyone would find it amusing
to learn that a man who knew everything about everything did not know where a
small electronic device was.� Just
thinking about it had the writer chuckling.

�I do.�

The laughter died on Eiri's lips.� �Really,� he asked, sounding doubtful.

�Traffic was so bad, I was able to run into the
electronic store and buy one.�

�Uh huh.� It
would've been nice to know that earlier.�

�You really wanted me that bad, huh,� Tohma teased.

Eiri rolled his eyes and snorted.� �You wish.�

Tohma chuckled.�
�What did you want to talk with me about?�

�Shuichi.�

�You catch a bad case of paranoia as well?� he teased.

�You could say that,� Eiri deadpanned.

Tohma was suddenly sober.� �Oh?�

�I want you to do something for me.�

All teasing was put aside.� Tohma leaned forward, his face a mask of
seriousness.� �Name it.�

+---+---+

NG
Productions

�No, Nakano-san, he hasn't,� the front receptionist
said.

��

Hiro sighed.�
�Thanks, Naomi-chan.�� He flipped
his phone closed.

Suguru stared at the Bad Luck guitarist.� �No luck?�

Shaking his head, Hiro again sighed.� It was ten o'clock and Shuichi had yet to
make an appearance, let alone call.� The
mess from the earlier accident had been cleared away and traffic had finally
gotten back to normal. �Michael, Kei and
Kai managed to come in almost two hours ago.�
Therefore, there was no way Shuichi could be stuck in traffic.� That left two options; one, Shuichi had
overslept and would be in any time now, or two�

That was something he did not want to think about.

��

There was a problem with the first option though.� If Shuichi was indeed at home, why was he not
answering the phone?� When, by nine
o'clock, the singer still had not arrived, Hiro started calling the apartment
Shuichi shared with Yuki-san, but there has been no answer.� That could be because the two life partners
were currently �preoccupied� and could not hear the phone or�

Once again, that thought was left unfinished.

��

He hated to admit it, but he was beginning to get a
little worried about his best friend.� In
an instant, the decision was made.� Hiro
clipped his phone onto his belt and grabbed his jacket.

�Hiro?� Where're
you going?� Suguru demanded.� �We have a
deadline-�

�I know,� Hiro told his manager and close friend.� �I'm just going to drag Shu out of bed.�� He yanked open the door and gasped, jumping
when he came face to face with Michael, Kei and Kai.� ��Scared the shit out of me,� Hiro breathed,
placing a hand over his racing heart.

�Got the coffee,� the bassist announced, holding up a
cup tray.

Michael glanced around the studio as he and the others
walked inside.� �Shu's not here, yet?�

Kai, who had been walking towards the couch, stopped
dead in his tracks as once again he got that nagging feeling that he was forgetting
something.� It was like trying to grab
smoke.

Suguru sighed and shook his head.� �I'm just glad Sakano-san is busy helping
Predilection with their debut album right now.�
If he were to find out our singer was over three hours late, he'd have a
conniption.�

The others agreed.

�Hey, Hiro,� Kei called, catching sight of the man as
he vanished down the hallway.� �Where're
you going?�

�Out.�

Kei exchanged a glance with the others.� Kai watched as the man vanished into an
elevator.� That anxious feeling continued
persistently.� He wished he could
remember what it was he was supposed to do.�
It was driving him insane!

+---+---+

Uesugi-Shindou
Residence

After hanging up the phone, Eiri wracked his fingers
through his hair.� Clasping his hands behind
his head, he leaned back in his chair with a sigh and stared up at the
ceiling.� He really could not believe he
was even considering the slight possibility that this was more than just a
product of Shuichi�s overstressed overactive imagination.� Part of him hoped Tohma found nothing and
thus able to lay Shuichi�s fears to rest.�
The other part was not so sure anymore that this was nothing.

His head snapped around when he heard a light rapping
on the study door.� Before he could say
anything, the door creaked open.

�Dad?�

�Yeah?�

His ashen haired son threw open the door wider and
crept inside.� �Is Mama awake yet?�

�Not yet.�

Eiri tipped his head back and gazed back up at the
ceiling.� Directly above his study was
the master bedroom.� It was too bad he
did not have x-ray vision.� He would love
to see the look on Shuichi�s face when he woke up from his nap.

+---+---+

Violet tinted jet eyes fluttered open.� Blinking, Shuichi rubbed blurry, sleep filled
eyes and yawned.� He stretched and gave a
sigh.� Smiling, he turned towards the
other side of the bed and noticed it was empty.

��

�Huh?�

Propping up on his elbows, Shuichi swung his legs over
the side of the bed.� When his feet hit
the floor, his toes touched something odd.�
He glanced down and saw a piece of paper.� Curious, he picked it up.� Centered on the paper in plain font was some
writing.� Unable to read it in the dark,
Shuichi reached out blindly for the table lamp.�
He blinked, momentarily blinded.�
When his eyes adjusted, he saw another note taped onto the alarm
clock.� The red numbers glowed through
the sheet of paper.

Setting the note in his hand on the bed besides him,
he lifted the paper off the clock.�
�'Shuichi',� the note began, �'You looked so peaceful, I didn't have the
heart to wake you, so I called you in.'��
Shuichi smiled tenderly at the note.�
�Oh, Eiri.�

Grinning like a madman, he giggled.� The man really did love him!� He hugged the note against his chest.� Still feeling elated, Shuichi pushed a hand
against the mattress. �Crinkling had him
looking down at the bed and a sheet of paper.�
Picking it up, he noticed some writing.�
As his eyes scanned it, tears filled his eyes.

With a gentle voice whispering, Suki dayo (1),^{��}

Those jet eyes gaze down at me.

Eternally will he be my koibito (2).��

Never again will I be karano (3).��

You fill completely.

With a gentle voice whispering, Suki dayo,

A shudder passes through my body.� Oh!

How I wish I were that flea!

Eternally will he be my koibito.

If I could, I�d trap you within my inro (4)��

Never to flee from me.

With a gentle voice whispering, Suki dayo.

With a smile, I whisper back, Ohayo (5),��

And we lose ourselves in the rocking sea.

Eternally will he be my koibito

From you I never want to hear, Mata kondo (6).��

Instead, tell me tenderly,

With a gentle voice whispering, Suki dayo.

Eternally will he be my koibito.

With a smile on his face, Shuichi felt tears flowing
down his cheeks.

He knew that as a writer, Eiri found it, ironically
enough, difficult to express himself aloud, which was one of the reasons why he
got into writing in the first place.�
Even though Eiri loved Shuichi more than anything, he found it difficult
to say those three little words, but Shuichi did not mind because he
understood.� Besides, Eiri showed it in
dozens of ways each day.� It was in the
way Eiri looked at him when he thought Shuichi was not looking, the ways his
eyes followed Shuichi around the house.�
Eiri expressed his love by his constant support.� He said, �I love you� when he could walk down
the street holding Shuichi's hand, or had an arm draped around his shoulders or
wrapped around his waist when the two of them were in public.� He said it when he allowed Shuichi to cling
to him and when he stood by his side through every new scandal the press could
sling their way.� It was shown when they
fell asleep in one another's arms each night and woke up besides each other
every morning.� Eiri loved him.� He always had and would forever.� That much Shuichi was sure of.� Three simple words did not matter.� Anyone could say them.� That did not mean that they meant it or even
knew what they meant.

Shuichi giggled gaily as he hugged the love poem to
his chest.� Flipping onto his back, he
kicked his feet wildly in the air.�
Sighing, he flopped back onto the bed.�
He felt totally spent suddenly.�
Still smiling, he placed a hand over his belly that was just beginning
to swell.

Pushing off the bed and settling into a sitting
position, Shuichi�s smile faded.� He
stared down at his hand that was massaging small circles over his belly.� Eiri may love Shuichi, but will Eiri still
love Shuichi after he learned the awful secret that has been kept from him for
the past ten years?� Will Eiri accept
Shuichi and the child they had created together?� Tears burned behind Shuichi�s violet
eyes.� He brushed them away impatiently
and suppressed the tightness in his chest.�
He cleared his throat of a curious constrictiveness.

***

His mother
sighed as she too picked up a cookie and bit into it.� �I don�t know what to tell you, Shuichi,� she
said.� �It�s up to you whether to tell
him or not.�

That was not
what he had been expecting to hear.�
Disappointed, he slumped over the counter with a tired sigh.

�But I think
it�s best to be honest, honey.�

With tears in
his eyes, Shuichi picked himself up.�
�But, Mom, what if�?�

With a soft
smile, Shindou-san reached out and ran a gentle hand through her son�s
hair.� �If he dumps you then he really
wasn�t the one, was he?�

***

Today was as good as any.� It was time to speak or forever hold his
peace.� So to speak.

Walking nude to the closet, Shuichi paused as he
lifted a shoebox from the top shelf.� He
frowned.� Eiri really wouldn�t break up
with him over something like this�would he?�
There was no way Eiri was so coldhearted or callous that he would dump a
lover who was pregnant with his child�would he?�
Shuichi bit his lip as he set the shoebox on the bed and lifted the lid
off.� After all, it was not unheard
off.� There has been a lot of press
lately about men doing just that.�
Dumping their current expectant lovers for someone new.� Shuichi was not sure if he would be able to
stand that.� It really would be the end
of his world.�

Shuichi sat down on the edge of the bed and reread the
love poem.� A tiny smile fluttered across
his face.� He pushed aside his
melancholy.� His mother was right.� If Eiri would not accept Shuichi for who and
what he was, than Eiri really was not the one.�
Though, Shuichi could not blame Eiri if the blond writer got mad.� He would be angry as well if he learned that he
had been kept in the dark about something this life changing.� It would hurt.� It would really�His life would come to a
crashing halt if Eiri dumped him.� But of
course, this child, their child would still need him.� Right?�
But was a life worth living if the only thing worth living for was a
child whose father despised the ground both mother and child walked on?

But Eiri loved him and Shuichi was certain that Eiri
would still love him afterwards.� And he
was also certain that Eiri would love the child they had created together.� There was no doubt in his mind.

After a hug and a kiss, Shuichi set the poem inside
the shoebox and replaced the lid.�
Returning the flimsy box to the closet, he noticed a black plastic dry
cleaning bag hanging on the back of the door.�
Another note was taped to it.�
Curious, Shuichi yanked the note off the bag and unfolded it.

�'Don't ask any questions.� Put these on and come to the living room.'�

Shuichi flipped the note over in confusion.� The back was blank.� What was that supposed to mean?� Folding the note, he set it down on the dresser
and stared at the black plastic bag, trying to figure out just what kind of
game his boyfriend was playing.� Taking
the hanger off the hook, the singer laid it on the bed and stared at it again,
trying to ascertain what Eiri could have left for him to put on.

His curiosity getting the better of him, Shuichi
yanked the bag off and tossed it over his shoulder.� He gasped as he stared down at the
clothes.� His hands flew to his mouth and
his eyes grew wide.� His vision blurred
as his violet eyes filled with tears.� He
swore his heart stopped dead for several long seconds.

�Kami-sama,� he whispered, his voice trembling
as violently as the rest of him.� �Kami-sama.�
This's gotta be a dream.�

The first thing he saw was a strand of juju
beads.� This twenty-one bead strand was
like a Catholic rosary but shorter and represented Buddha.� Next, he saw the white under kimono that was
hidden under the haori and tucked into the hakama.� White tabi and a pair of zori were in a clear
bag hanging from the hanger.� The haori
was a satiny smooth black silk jacket with a hand painted silk lining of a
landscape.� The short kimono coat had
five little circular motifs woven into the cloth.� The crests, he knew, represented the Shindou
clan.� The black hakama was made of a polyester/cotton
blend.� Shuichi knew monks wore very
similar outfits.� Eiri, Tatsuha and their
father were monks, so he had seen them in their formal wear countless times,
but this time it was different.� This
particular attire was not for conducting Buddhist ceremonies.� No, this outfit was what Japanese grooms wore
when they wanted a traditional Buddhist wedding.

At least he knew why Eiri had agreed to let Riku sleep
over at his friend�s house last night even though it had been a school night.

He ran a trembling hand over the soft, slick fabric of
the haori.� �Oh, Eiri,� he
whispered.� He felt like he was
dreaming.� If he was, he did not want to
wake up.

+---+---+

Eiri hated waiting.�
He was not a very patient person.�
It was made worse by the fact that he quit smoking years ago.� For Shuichi though, he would wait a lifetime,
several if he had to.

Even though it was in the middle of the school day,
Riku insisted he be here for this.�
Because Riku was just as bad in his studies as Shuichi used to be when
he was in school, Eiri did not want his son to miss school.� The boy could not afford to stay home unless
he was on his deathbed.

Riku has been bugging him for years, asking him when
he planned to marry Shuichi so that they could be a �real family�. �He told Riku that same-sex marriages were not
legal in Japan.� Not yet at least.� And besides.�
Shuichi and he did not need to be married in order for the three of them
to be a �real family�.� Whatever that was
supposed to mean.� But it had gotten Eiri
into thinking.� He knew how Shuichi felt,
as if he was being ignored by everybody on the beach while he was being swept
away by the current.� Michael was married
with two little girls and another on the way.�
Hiro had Ayaka.� They were
expecting their first child, a son, in a few months.� Maiko was married to her high school
sweetheart and had a daughter.

�Even Ryu and
Tatsuha had a commitment ceremony,�
Shuichi pointed out.

Unfortunately, that was all too true.� How his perverted brother could have fallen in
love with that moronic singer who carries around a pink bunny that he called
�Mr. Bear� was beyond him.� Eiri could
not believe that he was now related to him.�
God forbid.� What was this world
coming to?

Besides, Shuichi and he have been together for ten
years now.� He loved the baka more now than he did when they
first got together.� And even though it
would not be recognized legally in the eyes of the law, being married to the
love of his life was more than just some piece of paper, or vows and promises
made to each other or a ring on their fingers.�
It was a symbolic joining.

Guess his brother�s idiocy was contagious.

But in the end, Eiri gave in.� After all, it was thanks to Riku that this
day was finally happening.� Besides, they
were his parents after all.� It was only
natural that he be a part of this joyous occasion.� What would that say about them, if they kept
their son from participating or even witnessing their marriage?

There was a noise behind them.

Riku glanced passed his father and up the stairs.� He face was a mask of wonder.� �Woh,� he breathed.

Eiri turned around.�
The sight that met his eyes had his heart skipping a beat and had him
trying to catch his breath.� Standing at
the head of the staircase in the five-crested haori and matching hakama, with
his hair slicked back into a bun and the beads clutched in his hands was
Shuichi.� Woh was right.

Shuichi glanced briefly down at Eiri before looking
away.

The romance writer smirked.� He is so cute when he blushes, he
thought.� Eiri waited at the foot of the
stairs as his boyfriend carefully walked down to him.

Shuichi looked at him, his face as warm as if the sun
were in his face.� The look on his
lover's face was something he had never seen before.� His eyes sparkled and smiled.� His lips curled into a tender smile.� His whole face was soft and had a glow about
it, a look that had Shuichi's heart beating double time and butterflies
fluttering in his stomach like a swarm of trapped wild birds.� His palms were slick with sweat and his mouth
was as parched as a desert in a drought.

�Shu-chan,� Eiri managed to croak.

Shuichi blushed and had to look away.� He was so nervous.� He felt nauseous.� He noticed Riku standing slightly behind
Eiri.� The teen had a wide grin on his
face.� �Riku,� he breathed.

�Mama.�

Eiri stepped aside as Riku stepped forward.

Shuichi pulled his son into a hug.

�You look handsome, Mama.�

�Yes, he does,� Eiri agreed.

Blushing and feeling strangely shy all of a sudden, Shuichi
pulled gently away from his son and gazed up at Eiri through his bangs.� The writer was wearing an outfit similar to
his.� His haori was also made of black
silk with an intricately brocaded silk satin lining.� Unlike the grey-blue of Shuichi's, Eiri's
silk lining was a gold color with an open paper hand fan with some illegible
kanji, a temple in the countryside and a footbridge.� Also like Shuichi's, the Uesugi clan crest
had been woven into the fabric.� It was
worn over a black hakama, tabi and zori.�
Beads identical to the ones Shuichi was holding were clutched in Eiri's
trembling hands.

Trembling?

Closer inspection told Shuichi that his lover looked
just as nervous as he felt.� He was
swallowing and licking his lips constantly.�
His forehead, upper lip and palm were glistening with sweat.� His chest rose and fell rapidly, his heart
most likely beating a mile a minute.�
Just the thought of this usually calm and in-control man just as nervous
as him, made Shuichi feel less so, ironically enough.

Taking a deep breath, Shuichi raised his head and held
it high, staring at the other man with a tender smile and love shining in his
eyes.� �Eiri,� he breathed.

In unison, both mean reached out and linked
hands.� The beds clinked together between
their palms.� Eiri raised their joined
hands and brushed his lips against the back of his boyfriend's hand causing a
pink tinge to blush his face.

�C'mon,� Eiri whispered huskily.� He had been waiting for this his entire life.

As giddy as a schoolgirl that his parents were finally
getting married, Riku followed as Eiri led Shuichi across the Great Room
towards the shrine.

---TBC---

(1) �Suki
dayo� � Japanese colloquial expression for �I love you�

(2)
�Koibito� � Japanese for �lover/sweetheart�

(3) �Karano�
� Japanese for �empty�

(4) �Inro� �
small case hanging from the obi (sash) of a traditional kimono.

(5) �Ohayo�
� Japanese for �Good morning�

(6) �Mata
kondo� � Japanese for �See you later�

Preview:� Toki wo Koetai - Part 2

A/N:� The poem was written by me.� Hope you like it.� Some people tell me that it�s confusing
because they don�t know what the italicized words mean and they have to go back
and forth between them and the endnotes.�
Others love it the way it is.�
What did you think of it?

So, Shuichi
and Eiri are getting married.�
Finally!� Will Shuichi� gather the courage to tell Eiri that he�s
pregnant?� And what will Eiri�s reaction
be?� Stay tuned.
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