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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
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:� Eiri�s taunting snaps
Ryuichi out of his guilt laced depression.

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

Inserts:�
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A/N:�
Thank you to pikeebo and lilgurlanima once again for your constant support and also to KyoHana for your review.

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Chapter 6

(Noon
� Sunday - Tokyo, Japan)

Tohma was
standing before the open sliding glass doors, staring out over the balcony when
the sudden ringing of the phone shattered the stillness of the apartment.� Blinking, he stared down at the mug in his
hands.� It took him several seconds to
remember that he made himself some coffee earlier.� Sighing, he turned away from the breathtaking
view of the city and walked around the dining room table and into the
kitchen.� Setting the mug of untouched
coffee that had long since gone cold on the table, he grabbed the phone off the
wall, cutting it off mid-ring.

A voice
snapped abrasively in his ear, �Give me Sakuma's number.�

Tohma
blinked.� Well, he thought.� �Hello to you too, Eiri.�

�Yeah,
yeah.� Whatever.� Do you have it or not?� Eiri snapped in
annoyance.

Tohma
sighed and shook his head.� �Eiri,� he
scolded sadly.� �Can't I even get a,
�Hello?� How are you?' out of you?�

Eiri
snorted.

�Fine.� Fine!�
After everything I've done for you.�

In his
black Mercedes Benz waiting impatiently for the light to turn green, Eiri felt his
eye twitch and gritted his teeth in irritation.�
He had no idea why they even bothered to throw him a guilt trip.� It never worked.� It never had and it never will.� All they ever managed to accomplish was to
make him even more ticked off than he already was.� If he did not desperately need that bastard's
number, he would hang up on his irritating brother-in-law.� �Just give me the damn number,� he barked.

Tohma
raised an eyebrow at the other man's tone.�
When he heard a car horn wail loud and long in the background, he
squinted with a frown.� His brow was
furrowed in contemplation.� �Eiri?� Where are you?�

��On the
way to the airport if you must
know,� came the reply.

�'The
airport'?� Where are you going?�� He did not think his brother-in-law had any
special out of town appearances scheduled or anything.� He would know if he did.

Eiri sighed
heavily.� He pressed a finger to his
temple as he felt a threatening headache.

�Come on,
Eiri-kun.� It would not hurt for you to
just tell me, would it?� Tohma whittled

Yes, Eiri
thought, it would actually.� �Fine,� he
said instead.� �I'll tell you only if you
give me Sakuma's number.�

Tohma had a
nagging feeling he should not agree to the exchange.� �Deal,� he said with a sigh.� Against his better judgment, he rattled off
Ryuichi's home number.� �Now, why are you
going to the airport?�

Eiri
smirked as he had the fleeting thought to just hang up without fulfilling his
end of their agreement, but decided against it.�
�I'm flying out to Toronto.�

Tohma
blinked. ��Toronto'?�
What's in-?�� His eyes
widened.� He tightened his grip on the
phone.� �Eiri Uesugi!� You are not-!�

�I am,�
Eiri answered calmly as he turned into the busy airport.

�Eiri.�� He had a bad feeling about this.

�Tohma.�

�What are you
going to do in Toronto?�
he asked, even thought he already had a sinking feeling he already knew.� Tohma heard the unmistakable sounds of the
airport in the background.� There was a
female voice echoing loudly over what had to be a loud speaker, a crowd of
voices all speaking at once and over each other and the roar of an
airplane.� He could not tell if it was
taking off or landing.� �Eiri?�

�I'm going to do something I should have done a year ago,� Eiri
finally answered.

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Ryuichi
pressed the tab and the near scolding needle-like spray that had been raining
down upon him vanished, being directed instead to the tap.� He turned the hot and cold-water dials and
the roar of water was silenced.� The
quiet was deafening.� Pulling aside the
curtain, he stepped onto the towel he set on the floor earlier.� Steam had filled the bathroom, fogging the
mirror above the sink and making it a little suffocating in the bathroom.� Reaching for a towel on the shelf, he started
to rub himself dry.

The heavy
silence of the condominium was shattered by the sudden ringing of the
phone.� Ryuichi stopped what he was doing
and listened as the rings echoed shrilly through the quiet halls.� The phone had been ringing off the hook all
morning so he had no desire to answer it.�
So he ignored it.� As he was tying
the towel securely around his waist, a familiar voice filled the
apartment.� His heart leapt.� Ryuichi threw open the bathroom door and
raced down the hall to the phone.

�Ryu,
honey, I am so sorry.� I know you wanted
to keep our relationship quiet, but�I guess we took one too many risks,
huh?�� Tatsuha laughed nervously.� �But this might all be for the best, ya
know?�� It sounded like he was pleading
for him to agree with him.� �I mean, you
know I love you and I hate having to sneak around.� They say everything happens for a reason,
right.� So, please, give me a call.� Please, Ryu.�
I love you and I do not want to lose you.� I'm sure we can work something out.�

Ryuichi
leaned heavily against the doorframe.�
�Tatsuha.�

�Ryu?� Honey?�

Ryuichi
hung his head.� His chest felt tight.

�Please
call me,� Tatsuha pleaded.

Ryuichi
sighed and sagged against the doorframe, exhaling deeply.� Banging his head against the doorjamb, he
stared blankly into space.

This
sucked.� This sucked big time.� He wished this were someone�s idea of a sick
joke or a really bad dream he could not wake up from.� If Shuichi somehow got hold of those photos,
if he somehow found out that, he had been unfaithful to him all of this time
and with the same guy he caught him with before he was able to talk to him
himself�He did not even want to think about the consequences.

Ryuichi
fisted a hand and slammed it against the wall, putting all his anger, pent up
frustration and indecision behind it.� He
did not even register the pain and the tingling sensation that traveled down
his arm.� He loved Shuichi.� He loved him with all his heart and wanted it
to work out with him, but for some reason when he was with Tatsuha, rationale
and logic jumped ship.� The little devil
on his shoulder managed to persuade him to leave his morals at the door.� He hated it!�
He hated that Tatsuha made him so weak.

The ringing
of the phone jerked him back to the present.�
Lifting his head, he stared at the phone blankly.� Again, he did not feel the urge to answer
it.� Instead, he felt nauseous.

Pushing
away from the wall, he turned and started towards the bedroom just as the
answering machine clicked on.� He would
have ignored it, as he had been doing all morning, but the sound of a voice
that sounded oddly like Tatsuha's filled the condominium.� He stopped in the threshold of his bedroom
and listened curiously, as the man's voice filled the apartment.

�Sakuma.�

Ryuichi
jumped, feeling a chill race down his spine.�
He gripped the doorframe tightly, whether it was out of fear or
something else entirely, he was not sure.�
What he did know was that the man's angry voice that was echoing through
the empty halls, reverberating off the walls, really did sound an awful lot
like Tatsuha, on the surface at least.�
But on closer inspection though, this man was angrier and colder, much
colder than his forbidden lover ever could be.�
So then, who was this guy?� And
what did he want with him?

�I know
you're there,� the man hissed.� �So, listen
and listen well.�� His voice had dropped
to an icy whisper.� �You sicken me!� You disgusting, filthy whore!�

Ryuichi
gasped, his eyes gone wide in shock and his mouth slack jawed.� He dropped his hands to his side and stepped
out into the hallway. �What the
hell?� Who was this guy?� The photograph of Tatsuha and him from the
tabloid paper flashed through his head.�
He groaned and covered his face with his hands.� Great, just great, he thought as he scrubbed
his hands over his face.� This was all he
needed.

�Shuichi
was the best thing that ever happened to you!� Do you know how many people would love to be in your shoes?!�

Ryuichi
dropped his hands and lifted his head to stare down the hall blankly.� He sighed.�
So it was like that.�
Whoever this man was was obviously a huge fan of Shuichi's.� He must have seen the photograph of Tatsuha
and him, but then again who has not seen it by now?� Was this not just peachy?� Dropping his head, he heaved another sigh.

Wait a
minute!

He caught
his breath.� His head snapped up.� His eyes went wide.� How did this guy get his number?� It was unlisted and only friends and family
had it.� He felt a flash of fear.

�To call
him theirs?!� To be able to hold him,
kiss him, go to sleep with him in your arms every night and wake in the morning
to see him sleeping peacefully like the angel that he is besides you?�

Ryuichi was
brought out of his thoughts by the soft tenderness in the man's voice.� He clenched his hands tightly and gritted his
teeth.� A flare of anger flashed through
him as he thought of someone else touching his husband.� How dare this man?� Who did he think he was?

�You had it
all!� screamed the voice.� �And what did
you do?!� You threw it all away!� And for what?!� A lecher!�

Ryuichi's anger
flared, but then he felt it melt away.�
His hands uncurled and he felt tightness in his chest.� His throat constricted and his eyes misted
over.� That was right.� He had.�
He had thrown in all away.�
So he had no right to get jealous at the thought of someone else with
his Shuichi.� He did not even have the
right to think of Shuichi as �his�.

�What
Shuichi ever saw in you, I'll never know!� He must have been blinded by his idolatry of you!�

Ryuichi's
head snapped around.� He glared with
renewed anger through his teary eyes in the general direction of the phone.

�Knowing
you, you most likely seduced
him by catching him on the rebound!�

Ryuichi
growled.� What was this guy playing
at?� How dare he?� Wait a minute.� Rebound?�
Now, he remembered.

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�Who were you looking for?�

Shuichi blinked, startled out his
thoughts that were instantly forgotten by the sudden question.� �What?��
He turned and looked at Ryuichi.� Gone was
the innocent childlike man that he had seen backstage at Zepp Tokyo.� In its place was the serious singer whom had
sung with him earlier on stage.� It was
somewhat unnerving.

�During the concert.� You seemed somewhat distracted.� Like you weren�t all there.�

Shuichi was still a little unsettled by the split
personality of his idol and the almost psychic-like abilities he seemed to
possess.� Startled
by the sudden powerful insight, Shuichi was shocked into silence.� He opened his mouth, but closed it without
saying anything.� He tried again.� �I�I don't-�

�Shuichi,� Ryuichi scolded.

It took half a dozen tries, but Shuichi
finally managed to say, �I�we broke up�last month.�� He cleared his throat violently and blinked
away the sudden unsought of tears that stung his eyes.� �But I thought he�d�I mean, maybe�� Shuichi shook his head, sighing.� �Never mind,� he mumbled.

�You still love him��

Shuichi bit his lip and turned away
from the penetrating stare of the older man.�
Tears stun his eyes and his throat constricted around a sob.� His chest hurt and his heart ached.

��don't you?�

Fat tears rolled freely
down Shuichi�s face.� Sniffing, he
nodded.

---

Yuki.� Eiri Yuki.�
It had to be.� That was why he thought he sounded like
Tatsuha because Eiri was Tatsuha's brother and he was Shuichi's
ex-boyfriend.� He suddenly had a very bad
feeling.

�You
disgusting louse!� But now everyone in Japan
knows what a lowdown creep you really are.�

It sounded
like Eiri was laughing at him.� Ryuichi
clenched his hands and gritted his teeth.�
He wished he could just reach through the phone and�

�And soon everyone in the whole world will too!�

Ryuichi
gasped.� His eyes popped out of his head
and his face paled.

�You had
your chance with him!�

Ryuichi
felt his heart starting to beat faster.�
A surge of adrenaline and fear washed away his anger.

�You even
had a second chance to prove
yourself!�

He did not
like this.� Shaking, his breathing rapid
and shallow, Ryuichi took a shaky step down the hall and then another.

�And you blew it!� You detestable oaf!� So now,� Eiri continued,
his voice turning falsely sweet.

Ryuichi
paused halfway down the hall, straining his ears to listen carefully.

�It's my turn.�

His eyes as
wide as saucer's, Ryuichi gasped again.

�Too bad,
Sakuma.� You should learn to take better
care of your belongings.�

�No,�
Ryuichi breathed.� �No, no, no, no!�� He raced down the hall and into the den.

�If you
don't use them, you're bound to lose them,� he heard Eiri mock.

Ryuichi
skidded to a halt by the phone.� His
heart racing, he grabbed the extension off the cradle.� His hands shaking uncontrollably, the phone
jumped from one hand to another like a game of hot potato.� Juggling the phone to his ear, he cried out
in panic and alarm, �No!� Eiri!� Eiri!�

Low
chuckles flowed into his ear and then nothing.

�Eiri?� Shit!� he cursed, hearing the buzz in his
ear.� He slammed the phone onto its
cradle.

His vision
blurred behind a stinging veil of tears.�
With a sob, Ryuichi covered his mouth, his other hand still holding the
phone.� What had he done?� Would he lose the love of his life because he
was a weak, insatiable fool?� No!� With renewed vigor and determination, Ryuichi
dropped his hand from his mouth and wiped his face free of tears.� His fingers danced over the keys.

�Tohma,� he
said as soon as his long time friend picked up the phone.� He did not bother to wait for him to say
anything.� �Get me a flight to Toronto.� Now,� he ordered.

Sitting behind
his desk in his home office, Tohma Seguchi sighed and sat back in his leather
chair.� He knew this was going to
happen.� �Alright, Ryu.� I'll do what I can.�� He just hoped he was doing the right thing.

---TBC---

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